Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed

Chapter 52 Who Is He

"Beauty is a subjective judgment, I don't know how to compare," Emily replied.

Jackson rolled his eyes. "I'll preface this by saying I'm not trying to flatter you, but in terms of looks and figure, I think very few women can compare to you."

Emily didn't quite understand why the topic suddenly shifted. But she didn't want to delve into her private matters, especially with her boss.

She could only awkwardly nod. "...Thank you for the compliment."

Jackson smirked. "So, Nathan is the CEO. You should be entitled to a significant sum from the divorce, why are you out here looking for a job?"

"I didn't get any money," Emily took a deep breath.

Jackson didn't press further on the matter.

What could make a woman leave Nathan without taking any money?

"If you're willing to trust me, I'll have my lawyer handle your divorce case for you."

Emily declined. "No need. Nathan will definitely divorce, at the latest by the end of this month."

Jackson raised an eyebrow. "Are you that sure? Emily, let me tell you, you don't understand men. Sometimes, men are just despicable. The more unattainable something is, the more they itch to have it." "Are you talking about Nathan and me?"

"I'm talking about myself," Jackson chuckled self-deprecatingly. "After all, I'm your boss. Since your first day at work, you've been constantly rejecting me."Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Emily felt embarrassed. "I just don't want to cause you trouble..."

"But you already have," Jackson interrupted.

"Boss, our cooperation in these two car exhibitions should be considered successful, right? Except for the first time when I lost my temper and yelled at you, I haven't been disrespectful to you since then, have I?"

Jackson muttered to himself. "Did I say you were disrespectful to me? Your behavior around me, like a mouse seeing a cat, avoiding me at all costs, is quite amusing."

Emily was accustomed to his way of speaking. "Your joke is quite funny. I'm just introverted by nature."

"Introverted?" Jackson scoffed. "You're quite remarkable. On one hand, you're entangled with Nathan, on the other hand, you have connections with my brother. Most impressively, even I was almost attracted to you. The three of us are quite famous men in New York. Emily, you're quite something."

Whether he was being genuine or not, Emily dared not respond, unsure of what to say.

Her marriage with Nathan was indeed real, and her feelings for Mr. Satan were genuine. She didn't deny any of that.

Only Jackson, she always found him peculiar.

Just like Nathan said, a person as arrogant as Jackson, why would he have feelings for her? "Don't doubt it. I never lie. I do quite like you," Jackson's words made Emily's heart skip a beat. "But I'm a gentleman, not like Nathan."

That sentence was like a warning bell ringing in Emily's mind.

She was like a frightened bird now, instinctively afraid of such things. It had nothing to do with trust. Seeing her look of fear and helplessness in the rearview mirror, Jackson chuckled lightly. "Scared?" Emily shook her head. "No, I'm just cold. Could you raise the temperature a bit?"

Jackson said, "If it gets warmer, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself." Emily waved her hand repeatedly. "Then let it be. Cold is good, it keeps you alert." Outside the car window, there was a constant flow of traffic and people.

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After a while, Emily realized that this road wasn't leading to the Hilton Hotel. She hurriedly called out, "Boss, could you please take me

back to the hotel?"

"No," Jackson refused again. "Unless you tell me, who is the man staying with you at the hotel?"

Emily remained silent.

Ding-

A text message came in.

[Are you okay? You don't need to worry about the divorce, leave it all to me. I'm waiting for you in the room.-Satan]

For some reason, seeing Mr. Satan's message, Emily's heart inexplicably calmed down.

Even if the air conditioning was cold, she wouldn't shiver anymore.

With a newfound confidence in her voice, she said, "You can just drop me off at the roadside. I'll take a taxi back myself."

Jackson raised an eyebrow. "How

come you've suddenly changed after

reading a text message? Who has such power to make such a big change in you with just one text?"

Emily didn't explain. "He's a very important friend."

"...A man?"

"Yes."

"The one in the Hilton hotel?"

Emily nodded. "Yes."

Jackson's face instantly darkened. "What's your relationship with him? I won't let you get off until you explain."

Emily felt Jackson was being childish.

But now she had made a commitment to Mr. Satan, she was no longer afraid.

"He's the one I want to spend my life with."

"Hah!" Jackson exploded with anger. "So the drama I played in front of Nathan today is just a joke to you?"

Emily exhaled heavily. "I really appreciate your..."

"Shut up! You've made me so angry.

I finally gathered the courage to

admit like you, only to find out you've made a commitment

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another man."

"I never..."

Jackson angrily pressed the horn. "I want to know right now, what kind of superpower does that man have to outshine both me and Nathan?"

He was fuming, and Emily wanted to avoid his sharpness, so she didn't continue.

Just then, Jackson's phone rang.

He impatiently answered it. "Brother?"