Let Me Stay The Night Novel (Christina and Nathaniel)

Chapter 693 Counterattack

Emilia cowered in a corner and urged, “What are you doing? Come on in!”

Startled by Emilia’s erratic behavior, the assistant hastily followed suit and entered the elevator. Emilia, now visibly more composed and sober, swiftly pressed the button for their intended floor.

Plucking up her courage, the assistant asked, “Emilia, what’s wrong?” Considering Emilia’s relatively short tenure in the entertainment industry, she shouldn’t have made too many enemies just yet.

Emilia glared at her. “What’s with the questions? That’s none of your business!”

With haste, Emilia hurried out of the elevator, closely followed by her piteous assistant who was scolded for nothing.

As Emilia used her fingerprint to unlock the door to her condominium, she caught a glimpse of her assistant, who was still following her persistently, which ignited a surge of anger within her.

“Did Melissa ask you to keep an eye on me? I may be drunk, but I’m not disabled! It’s not like I’d cause her trouble. If there’s nothing else, you can leave now. Stop appearing in front of me all the time. You’re becoming a nuisance,” Emilia snapped.

Emilia yanked the door open and stalked in, slamming the door shut after her.

The assistant rolled her eyes and left.

The house was enveloped in darkness, and Emilia’s head throbbed with pain. Leaning against the cabinet, she fumbled for the light switch.

Her hand came into contact with something warm on the wall.

This is strange. Since when did I install a heater behind the door?

thing grasped her wrist in response. In an instant, a dark

breath hitched when a force grasped her throat, constricting her airflow.

her eyes. In a trembling voice, she asked, “W-Who are you? How

be thriving lately, huh? I can barely recognize you,” Anya said in a hoarse voice. Sensing Emilia’s fear, she pressed on tauntingly, “Oh, the

Anya, Emilia relaxed but swiftly put on her guard again. “How did you get in? Weren’t you arrested by the

by the police at the bank had been spread all over the Internet. Emilia was initially pleased to learn that

the picture, there

concrete evidence linking her to the matter. Once she overcame this current obstacle, she was determined to seize an opportunity to clear her tarnished reputation and make a comeback in the

to switch on all the lights, allowing Emilia to finally get a good look at

her clothes stained Emilia’s pristine carpet. Her face was as pale as a sheet, and her wrinkled skin was covered in wounds, some of them still

Emilia’s spine, causing her skin to crawl with

to escape from the

she asked, “Anya, what brings you here? I’m going through a rough patch myself, so I’m not sure how much assistance I can

but I managed to escape,” Anya stated nonchalantly, collapsing onto the couch. She grabbed an apple from the coffee table and began devouring it. “I haven’t eaten in hours. Cook something

order

fury. Did Anya seriously barge into my house

more than to kick

at home. Why don’t I

cook for me,” Anya demanded angrily, afraid that someone else might discover

so Emilia dared not offend her. “Okay, I’ll whip up some pasta for you. Why don’t you take

shoulder and warned Emilia with a sneer, “Don’t even think about playing any tricks. I’m at my wits end, so if you force

turned ashen as she forced out a smile. “We’re in this together, so I won’t be foolish enough to betray you. Hurry, go take a

making sure Anya was in the bathroom, she sneaked out of the condominium and locked the door from