Jackson's expression momentarily cracked.
Especially upon hearing the word "pregnant," the veins on his temples throbbed, and his gaze instantly sharpened.
Nathan sneered, "You didn't know yet? Seems like Emily doesn't fancy you."
Jackson suddenly chuckled coldly, "It's none of your business."
Emily, still slung over Nathan's shoulder, felt her stomach convulse.
She growled lowly, "Nathan, put me down!"
"I won't!"
"If you don't let me down, I'll throw up on you!"
Hearing this threat, Nathan gritted his teeth, reluctantly letting her feet touch the ground.
Emily bypassed Jackson and ran straight out, covering her mouth as she dashed towards the exit.
From the backstage to the main gate, she had to pass through the exhibition hall.
Emily had no choice but to quickly running along the walls, but she still bumped into someone.
She hurriedly apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean to—"
Before the person could respond, she had already fled the venue, disappearing from sight.