Chapter 18: Wallbam her (3)

Emma Jones led Elva to walk quite a distance before finally releasing her hand. She knew she had acted impulsively this time, and she had underestimated Charles.

With her individual efforts, how could she make that gambling addict return the money? But she couldn't swallow this anger either. Over the years, she had contributed a lot of money to the family, leaving her without any savings. However, Charles not only didn't give up his bad habits, but he also wanted to tarnish her. What saddened her the most was her mother's betrayal; she didn't come to her defense but sided with that beast.

Taking a deep breath, Emma suppressed her tears and hugged Elva's shoulders, saying, "Don't worry, I will find a way to cover your tuition fees!"

Elva's tearful eyes gazed at her, and she asked with a trembling voice, "Sister, is what Dad said true?"

Emma knew what she meant. With a slightly serious expression, she replied, "He has a loose tongue, and not everyone has to do such dirty things to earn money. Trust me, I have a plan, and we won't lose."

Although Elva couldn't fully believe Emma's words, she nodded obediently, "Sister, I'm still staying in the school dormitory. They said I could stay there until new semester starts, and it's close to where I work."

Feeling somewhat relieved, Emma instructed, "That's good. Don't go home even if your mom asks you. That beast is a scumbag, and your mom is soft-hearted and weak-willed."

Both Emma and Elva were not Charles' biological daughters. When Han Carrie married Charles, Elva was still a baby in her arms, and Emma was already five years old, with clear memories of the past.

Carrie wanted Elva to follow Charles' surname when she registered her, as an attempt to please Charles. Emma, however, refused to change her surname and insisted on keeping her original one. She felt disgusted just thinking about adopting Charles' surname and felt sick every time she heard it.

"Don't worry, I will find a way to pay your tuition. Also, let me tell you some good news." Emma tried to put on a smile to comfort Elva, "Director Scott, you know him, right? He approached me for a film role. I will become Peng's leading lady and become quite famous."

Elva's eyes lit up, momentarily forgetting her tears, "Really? It's Director Scott's film?"

Although it was actually another director who offered Emma a role, she told Elva this small lie to lift her spirits.

"It's true. My agent has already signed the contract for me. The pay is 100,000 yuan, which will cover your tuition fee without any rush." Emma encouraged Elva, not wanting her to worry too much.

Emma Jones accompanied Elva for quite a distance before finally letting go of her hand. She knew she had acted impulsively this time and had underestimated Charles.

As for the tuition fees, she was confident she would find a way to earn them.

She lovingly patted Elva's head and said, "Elva, stay away from home for a while. That beast is nothing but a despicable scoundrel. Mom, you shouldn't trust her blindly; she's weak and easily swayed."

Elva, unaware of the events between them, thought Emma's resentment was directed at Charles's laziness, so she obediently nodded and said, "Sister, don't worry. I'm still staying at school for now. Although I've graduated, the school said I can stay until the university starts, and it's close to where I work."

Emma felt a sense of relief knowing that Elva was still staying at school. She didn't want Elva to know where she lived, fearing that she might tell Carrie and attract that beast.

After having lunch with Elva and sending her back to school, Emma returned home alone.

Before she even reached home, she received a call from Ava Johnson.

Emma's mind was already in a mess, and hearing Ava's voice, she sounded a bit annoyed, "Didn't I say I'll get back to you in a couple of days?"

Before she could finish her sentence, she heard Ava's voice on the other end of the phone, "It's not Director Scott's film; it's another director. He said he saw your previous performances and wants you to audition. Do you have any free time?"

Emma's heart filled with a glimmer of hope. If she took up another director's project, would it mean she could escape from being a mere lackey, maybe even get away from Gaston Brown?

Without hesitation, Emma replied, "Alright, alright. Where is it? I'll go right now."

Ava said, "No rush, no rush. There's a dinner party tonight. Remember to dress up nicely."

Emma's heart sank upon hearing this. She was no longer the naive and innocent girl she used to be; she knew very well what kind of dinner party this was going to be.

She clenched her lips and hesitated for a moment.

Having known Emma for a year or two, Ava understood her personality. Seeing Emma hesitating and not speaking, she said, "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The director personally asked for you, which means he wants to collaborate with you. If you give up on Director Baker's project and don't want to attend this dinner party, then you'll remain a lackey for the rest of your life!"

Emma understood that Ava was right. Either she'd sell her body or stop being picky and follow the arrangements from above.

But she still clung to a glimmer of hope. She knew that Gaston Brown wouldn't let her off easily. If he wanted her to be his mistress, it was undoubtedly to seek revenge.

Emma fell into silence for a while and finally asked for the address and time from Ava.

That night, Emma dressed in an elegant evening gown and put on exquisite makeup as she walked into the most luxurious banquet hall in the capital.

The moment she stepped inside, the blaring music caused her ears to ache. She frowned slightly, complaining inwardly, but she still walked determinedly towards the room number Ava had given her.

Upon reaching the door, she gently pushed it open. Inside, colorful lights shone, making her eyes ache. Before she could see who was inside, she heard laughter.

"Hey, who's this little girl? She's good-looking."

Before Emma could react, a burly man grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside.

Only then did she see the people inside the room, four or five men and three or four women. The men were all repulsively wretched-looking, and the women were slender with exquisite makeup, wearing ingratiating smiles on their fair and tender faces.

Emma hadn't expected the so-called dinner party to be like this. She knew this director wasn't a good person, but she thought it would at least be a straightforward dinner. How could it turn out so chaotic?

The man beside her tightly embraced her shoulders and smiled, "You're the one introduced by Director Scott?"

Emma knew that she couldn't afford to offend anyone present, so she didn't dare to push the man away. She just smiled and nodded, "Yes, Director Scott asked me to come... Ah... What are you doing?"

Before she could finish her sentence, the man kissed her on the cheek.

Emma was infuriated. She pushed the man away, wiping her cheek in disgust.