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 figure

a force grasped her throat, constricting her

sobered up as fear flashed across her eyes. In a trembling voice, she asked, “W-Who are you? How did you get in? W-What do you want

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

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

the police at the bank had been spread all over the Internet. Emilia was initially pleased to learn that the police car escorting Anya had plunged into the

picture, there would be no one to expose

to the matter. Once she overcame this current obstacle, she was determined to seize an opportunity

on all the lights, allowing Emilia to finally

disheveled. The filth dripping off her clothes stained Emilia’s pristine carpet. Her face was

spine, causing her skin to crawl with

an accident to escape

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

by the police, 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

began to order

was seething in fury. Did Anya seriously barge into my house just

was a serious offense to hide a criminal, so Emilia wanted nothing more than to kick Anya out. Alas, she wasn’t bold enough to

at home. Why don’t I order

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

whip up some pasta for you. Why

to her feet, Anya padded to the bathroom. She suddenly turned over her 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

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

Anya was in the bathroom, she sneaked out of the condominium and locked the door from outside. Pulling