Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 1372

Emerson looked at the red sedan parked in the yard, which was already beyond recognition. Then he looked at Lyla's cousin, who was standing beside his fiancee, indignant and arm injured. He frowned and pulled the girl forward, "Come and apologize!"

"No!" Bunny was angry.

Emerson's face was gloomy, "Bunny, I say it again. Apologize!"

"I don't want it! I won't apologize!" Bunny bit her lip, glared at him angrily and resentfully, and shouted, "You are bullying me with them. I hate you!"

After that, Bunny pushed him aside and ran away.

Emerson wanted to catch him, but she shook him off ruthlessly. She stopped a taxi at the roadside and got in.

He was furious.

She was absolutely lawless!

In a cafe next to the police station.

Emerson and his fiancee Lyla sat face to face and ordered two cupes of Coffee.

"I apologize for what happened today on her behalf.

Tomorrow I will ask Secretary Zalkin to give you a new car from my garage!" Emerson said.

"Young Master Chiang, in fact, I should say sorry to you!" Lyla held the small coffee spoon and explained apologetically, "My cousin doesn't know that our engagement is just a cooperation of our families. I can't directly tell her these, so... She saw the girl today and wanted to help me vent my anger. If she didn't make the trouble, they wouldn't have a conflict and end up in the police station!"

"Emm." Emerson nodded.

Just like what he said to Anthea, their engagement was just a show.

He was engaged to Lyla. Both of them had their own thoughts. He was urged by his old man. As for Lyla...

Mmmm...

In short, their common goal was to benefit their company, and they did not intend to really get married.

So far, Emerson probably had not thought about marrying any woman except for one, a vague shadow in his heart.

Lyla said seriously, "Her smashing the car on the street attracted a lot of by-passers. Many took videos. I am afraid that the media will involve in. We must stop them as soon as possible so as not to influence the company's stock!"

"I'll handle this!" Emerson said, crossing his arms.

Lyla smiled and said, "Okay, then it's perfectly solved!"

The two of them raised their coffee cups and knocked lightly against each other's.

Lyla glanced at her watch and said to him, "Since there is nothing else, then I will not waste my time drinking coffee with Mr. Chiang. I have a date later. I bid my farewell!"

Just as her voice died away, a young woman in high heels ran in.

She walked up to them, but not towards Emerson. Instead, she stood in front of Lyla with a shy expression, "Darling! Have you been waiting for a long time? I just went to buy ingredients. I'll cook your favorite pork ribs soup tonight!"

Lyla held the woman's hand and kissed it gently, "Thank you for your hard work, baby!"

Emerson looked away silently.

As for lesbian, he really couldn't give any comments.

After everything was settled, the employees in the conference room were still waiting. Emerson went back to finish the meeting and attended a dinner party.

He didn't go back to the villa until nine o'clock in the evening.

The servants at home respectfully put slippers on the floor, "Master is back!"

"Emm." Emerson nodded. He raised his handsome eyebrows and looked upstairs, "Where is Bunny?"

Maid Cadwell explained cautiously, "In the bedroom upstairs! After Miss Bunny came back in the afternoon, she ran straight upstairs and locked the door. I knocked for a long time but she didn't open. And she didn't come out for dinner..."

Emerson's face turned cold, "Leave her be!"

No one dared to treat him like this.

This was especially true for the women around him. Most of them were so eager to win his favor that they had to use all their skills and carefully observe what he did and said. They were always afraid of making him unhappy!

He thought occasional temper of women would be a kind of enjoyment, but it would be annoying to act like this, especially to a master playboy like Emerson.

Emerson took off his suit jacket and strode into the study.

In the dead of the night, he stretched out and went downstairs to drink water. Maid Cadwell in the

kitchen was preparing breakfast for the next day.

Emerson asked tiredly, "What time is it?"

Maid Cadwell replied, "It's almost 12 o'clock!"

Emerson looked at the clock nearby, and the hour hand had pointed to the number 12.

He frowned. "Hasn't she come out yet?"

"No!" Maid Cadwell shook her head honestly and said hesitantly, "Sir, Miss Bunny didn't eat at noon. She was eager to watch movie at noon so she went our after changing clothes and she didn't have lunch. She again didn't eat at night. She just eat a little in the morning. I don't know if her stomach can bear it..."

Emerson went upstairs with food in his hand, depressed.

The day when he would coax a woman should come!

Emerson knocked on the door, "Open the door, Bunny!"

There was no movement inside.

He frowned and knocked again, but there was still no response.

Emerson's patience was exhausted. He found the spare key and directly unlocked the door.

It was dark inside and the moonlight penetrated through the window gauze. Moonlight was also faint.

The room was quiet, with only the sound of sobs.

Emerson got nervous at once.

He turned on the light.

On the messy big bed, there was a figure lying on it and she buried her whole body in the pillow. Her silklike long hair was in a mess, her shoes were not taken off, and the carpet and sheet were full of footprints.

Emerson put aside the tray and walked over.

He raised his hand, pulled out the quilt rolled up on her body, and also pulled out a piece of cloth, which was torn to pieces with eyebrow trimmer.

The corner of Emerson's mouth twitched.

This suit was tailor-made for him by a foreign designer, the only one in the whole world. He planned to wear it on the anniversary celebration next month...

But his heart still softened as he felt the wetness of her tear.

Emerson sighed and pulled her up as if he had surrendered, "Baby, don't cry!"

Bunny pushed away his big hand. Her eyes were swollen like walnuts and tears were welling,

"Woowoo...I don't want to talk to you. You're with them! I want to leave here and never talk to you again!"

Emerson looked at the girl breaking away and reminded her, "Didn't you say you're homeless. Where can you go?"

Bunny stopped moving and cried sadly again. Tears fell down, "Woowoo..."

Emerson wiped her tears and said, "If You did something wrong, you would have to apologize!"

"I didn't do anything wrong. She was the one provoked the conflict!" Bunny immediately glared at him with her tearful eyes and said indignantly, "She drove the sports car and deliberately hit and scared me! I was almost hit by her. If she hit me, then you can make a ghost apologize! And she scolded me, called me b**ch, a vixen! She said I was f**ked by countless men!"

Bunny raised her voice because of anger, "You are the only one f**ked me. How could she say that?"