Hello, Mr. Brent

Chapter 50

Emily's heart thumped and her face went white when she saw Franklin. She's trying to think out a way

to handle it but the more she thought, the messier her mind became.

Why was he here? Was he following me? How did he know?

Sebastian, looked at Franklin, confused. He took her hand and asked, "Emily, who's this?"

Franklin opened the door and got out of the car. He dragged Emily from Sebastian back to himself.

"Hello, I'm Franklin, Emily's husband." Franklin smiled and reached out his hand.

Sebastian looked at him dumbfounded like seeing a ghost.

"Emily, really?" Sebastian returned to his senses and asked Emily.

Franklin's words seemed to hit Emily another heavy blow, but he was right! They are indeed couples

now.

"Well, Sebastian, it's true. This is my husband Franklin. Franklin, this is... my college classmate, and

now the designer of a decoration company. I've asked him for a favor..." Emily said.

Franklin smiled and said, "Wow, your college classmate. Definitely. Emily is a careless girl. Please be

nice to her in the company."

"Sure!" Sebastian said.

But he was about to cry. He had a crush on her. When they met again yesterday, he thought that he

finally found his love, but unexpectedly, Emily was married.

And Franklin looked outstanding and established. Compared to him, he was immediately defeated.

"Do I forget anything since you come here?" Emily asked awkwardly.

"My kiss!" Franklin said with a smile, "You forgot my goodbye kiss."

With that, he leaned over and kissed Emily on the corner of her lips in front of Sebastian.

She was totally stiffened and stood there in a daze with no response.

Franklin left after kissing her, smiling, and waving goodbye.

But as soon as the window was closed, the smile on Franklin's face immediately disappeared.

Coldly, he told Jason, "Go and find out why Emily came to the decoration company."

"All right, I'll look into it right away," Jason agreed.

Emily stood there upset. Franklin must have done it on purpose, definitely on purpose.

I didn't expect him to be so despicable. He even stalked me. He was so cunning like a fox.

"Emily, didn't you say you didn't have a boyfriend?" Sebastian asked speechlessly.

Emily said impatiently as she felt anxious, "I mean I don't have a boyfriend, but I didn't say I don't have

a husband!"

"You... Do you know I like you?" Sebastian was so impulsive that he couldn't help but cry out his real

thought.

Emily: "..."

Staring blankly at him, she shook her head and said, "I don't know. Why do you like me?"

"Why do I like you? Of course, I like you. I was into you since the first time I met you in college. I

haven't forgotten you all these years. The reason I come to Lancaster is to look for you. I don't expect

you to be married."

"Sebastian... I'm sorry, I didn't know your feeling. If I knew, I would... Sorry, forget about the decoration!

I'll look for someone else." Emily apologized immediately.

Sebastian was also excited. It was so unexpected that he was not prepared at all.

His mind was in a mess, and after hearing Emily's words, he turned around and left.

Emily sighed when she saw Sebastian leaving. She really didn't want this to happen.

Franklin did it on purpose.

"What? You ran into Sebastian, and he confessed to you. Then he was intimidated by Franklin, and

now he's avoiding you?" Joyce stood up in surprise.

Emily sighed and said, "You don't have to be so excited! Lower your voice. If other people hear it, they

may think I'm a woman of easy virtue."

"I'm not wrong! It's not a secret that Sebastian likes you. Tut-tut, what a tragedy! He just met you, but

he didn't expect you to be another's wife." Joyce expressed great sympathy for Sebastian.

"You know he likes me?" Emily asked in surprise.

Joyce said, "Of course I do. It's not a secret. Many students knew it at that time. Only you pretended to

be ignorant."

"I didn't pretend. I really didn't know." Emily was helpless.

"All right, I trust you. What should we do now? Are you still going to choose that decoration company?"

"Of course not. How can we meet again? Fortunately, we didn't get started or sign the contract yet.

Otherwise, I would lose a lot."

"Oh, I really didn't expect Mr. Brent to be so powerful. I admire him." Joyce was completely engrossed

in admiration.

"He did it on purpose, but I didn't know his purpose." Emily was indignant.

"Oh, isn't this Emily?" Lily was also having dinner in this restaurant.

Emily glanced at her and said to Joyce, "Let's go!"

Joyce asked in puzzlement, "Why? We haven't finished yet."

Emily said, "There is a bug in the restaurant. I'm not in the mood."

"Emily, who's the bug?" Lily pointed at her and scolded.

Joyce immediately understood, snorted, and said sarcastically, "Of course you! You admit it yourself. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

You know yourself very well."

"Who are you, bitch?" Lily raised her hand in anger and wanted to slap Joyce.

Emily grabbed her wrist and stopped her, "She's my friend, Lily. How dare you!"

"Emily, don't take yourself seriously just because you're married to a rich man. He just thinks you're a

plaything, and he'll abandon you if he gets tired of you."

"Even if you want to be a plaything, you don't deserve it." Emily also refused to be outdone and

ridiculed Lily.

Lily was so angry that she gritted her teeth, but she couldn't win or scold over Emily. She couldn't do

anything about Emily.

Emily didn't want to argue with such a woman, so she relaxed her wrist and left with Joyce.

Walking out of the restaurant, Joyce asked Emily, "Who is that woman? Why is she against you?"

"She's Iris's best friend. We used to be in the same high school. She thinks it is my fault that her

boyfriend dumped her. She's been against me all these years."

"That explains everything. Just ignore her. She's like a mad dog."

Emily nodded and said to Joyce, "Then you just go to work! I'll look for another decoration company."

Joyce nodded, said goodbye to Emily, and walked back to her company.

After they separated, Emily wanted to go to another decoration company but did not notice that

someone following her, waiting for an opportunity to strike her.