Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed

Chapter 77 It's Her

Emily looked at the woman dressed in branded clothing, and she almost didn't recognize her.

Even though she had heard that she was coming back, seeing her in this way still caught her off guard. "...Grace."

Grace's appearance was beautiful and aggressive, much like her daughter Sophia.

Grace tugged at the corner of her mouth, apparently also surprised to meet Emily here, but she concealed her surprise well and chuckled, "So it's Emily. It's been so many years, and you've a big girl. Are you working as a model here?" Emily frowned and shook her head, "I'm a makeup artist."

"A makeup artist," Grace smiled affectionately, looking very much like a long-lost family member, "Being a makeup artist is good work."

She waved to the little boy and said, "Herry, come over here to Mommy."

This boy was Grace's son?NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

He should be from her second wealthy husband as rumored.

Herry was being arrogant because of his father's wealth.

"Herry, why are you running around without telling Mommy? What if you get hurt? Your daddy will be so worried." Grace hugged Herry and carefully examined him, making sure he was okay, then breathed a sigh of relief and said to Emily, "This child is his father's only son, and we all dote on him. Did he make this mess here? Don't worry, I'll compensate."

Grace was making some sense. But she was overly indulgent with her child. If he caused so much trouble at such a young age, who knew what he would do in the future?

But this was not something Emily could control, and she didn't want to get involved in Grace's affairs.

"Manager Wilson." Emily called out, pointing to Wilson, and said to Grace, "This is our manager. You can discuss compensation matters with him."

"Okay, okay, I'm really sorry..." Grace kept apologizing, "How much is the total loss? I'll pay."

Wilson knew that Jackson liked Emily. Grace was Emily's relative, so how could he take her money?

Wilson smiled, "It's alright, no need to compensate."

Grace insisted, "How can this be? My child broke things, so I should compensate."

Seeing her so easy to talk to, Wilson also became more polite, "Emily is an outstanding employee of our company. Herry is just a child, so it's normal for him to break something. May I ask who your husband is?" Herry interrupted, "My dad's last name is Morgan! My mom is Mrs. Morgan!"

Morgan?

Emily's heart trembled for a moment.

Grace's second husband also had the last name Morgan. Morgan wasn't a particularly common last name, so this was a bit too coincidental.

Wilson was taken aback, "Oh, how coincidental. Is Mrs. Morgan here today to see the auto show?"

Grace hugged Herry and smiled,

"Yes, we just came back from Europe as a family, and we're planning to live in the USA from now on. So we need to buy a car. I heard that Jackson's designs are famous, so we came to take a look.

Wilson was pleasantly surprised, "That's perfect, the cars on display today are perfect for a family outing. If you've chosen one, let me know, and I'll give you a discount." Grace covered her mouth in surprise, "Really? Thank you so much."

"You're too polite. Our boss really likes Emily..."

Emily purposely coughed loudly twice, "Ahem!"

Wilson understood and continued, "Our boss appreciates Emily's work."

Grace's eyes flickered, understanding, and she smiled, "Yes, Emily has always been exceptional."

"Yes, yes, come this way, please..."

Wilson led Grace and Herry to the front exhibition hall.

Emily withdrew her gaze, looking at the mess in front of her, and sighed heavily.

Fortunately, she arrived early today, and the models' makeup was almost done. Otherwise, with the makeup box smashed to pieces like this, it would be impossible to continue the work. "Emily, is that boy your cousin?" The models frowned, still feeling scared. "He needs some serious discipline."

Emily could only smile bitterly. "He's not my cousin. Grace and my uncle divorced. This child was born after her remarriage, so he has nothing to do with me. It's also my first time meeting him."

The models suddenly realized, "That makes sense. You're usually so gentle, how could you have such a cousin?"

Emily squatted down, tidying up the makeup products.

"You all stand in the corner and don't come over here. Let me clean up first."

The models hurriedly stopped her, "Hey Emily, you don't need to clean up. These fragments are very sharp. Let's call the janitor to clean it up."

"The auto show is about to start, and

show is

you will be on stage soon. It might not be in time," Emily tied up her hair and rolled up her sleeves to get to work.t's okay, I used to do this kind of thing often before. I'm familiar with it."