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Emily used to do household chores frequently, so she was quick at these tasks.

"All right," Emily wiped the sweat from her forehead, "it's about time. Hurry up and get on stage. If you're late, the boss will be furious."

Thinking of Jackson's explosive temperament, the models hurried to the exhibition hall to make their final preparations.

After they had all left, Emily cleaned the mop and washed the floor again, quietly waiting for it to dry.

At exactly ten o'clock, the auto show officially began.

The host passionately introduced today's featured car models, his voice booming.

Emily leaned against the side and listened quietly, marveling at the professionalism of the host.

Lost in thought, she suddenly heard the footsteps of leather shoes at the door.

Who would come backstage at this time? Jackson?

Emily furrowed her brow, mustering all her energy to deal with Jackson would not be easy.