Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 213 Saved the Galaxy in a Previous Life

Right away, someone yanked my hair hard.

Faye yelled, "Bitch, what do you even have to be proud of? Let me tell you, Ethan has always loved my sister, always. So stop feeling so good about yourself."

It felt like my scalp was about to be ripped off. I wanted to fight back, but she was behind me, pulling my hair, leaving me stuck and unable to do anything. "Let go!"

Ethan's steady, angry voice rang in my ear.

I struggled to open my eyes, sticky with coffee, and saw Ethan gripping Faye's arm tightly. He looked furious.

Faye was startled by his shout but stubbornly refused to let go. A fleeting look of grievance in her eyes was replaced by fierce determination, like she was ready to risk everything. "Security!" Ethan called out in a deep voice.

Soon, hurried footsteps approached from all directions.

Several security guards quickly restrained Faye and carefully freed my hair from her grasp.

"Let go of me! Emily, you bitch, you stole Ethan, and now you're flaunting it to suppress me. I curse you to hell."

Faye struggled under the control of the security guards, shouting insults and attracting more and more onlookers. Ethan ignored her, bent down, and used a tissue to wipe my face.

"Did you get burned?"

I shook my head. Luckily, the coffee had cooled down.

But my clothes and phone were stained.

The receptionist found a small women's blazer, and Ethan draped it over me to cover my messy appearance.

Someone else brought wet wipes to help clean my face and hair.

I said, "Thank you," and took the wet wipes to clean myself up a bit.

I knew I looked a mess, but the real clown wasn't me.

I stood up and looked at Faye, who was still cursing me like a madwoman.

She had dressed up meticulously for the audition today. But now, after her tantrum, she looked like a crazy person with her disheveled hair and foul language. "Faye, shut up!" Ethan snapped coldly.

Faye finally stopped cursing, looking at Ethan with hurt eyes, her lips trembling, tears welling up.

Ethan gently held my shoulder, as if afraid I might get too emotional.

But I just looked at Faye and smiled calmly.

"You look like an ugly, crazy, foolish shrew right now."

Faye struggled, glaring at me through her messy hair, her expression as if she wanted to hit me.

did you gain from this? My makeup can be redone, a hairstylist can restyle my hair, my clothes and phone can be replaced. I

longer struggling, like

don't indulge in fickle emotions. If your skills and abilities are limited, don't have a big temper and big desires, or you'll get in trouble and end up

spoke, I watched her face. The fierceness in her eyes

has dreams and desires, but I advise you to drop the tricks and take the right path. Don't be too eager for quick success, or those little tricks might end up ruining your future," I said, grabbing my bag from

nodded and helped

tearful eyes, but he

outfit, then went to a salon to wash

a spokesperson and recounted

I had some personal reasons, but mostly because she has a bad reputation. If I hired

up his knife and fork with his long fingers and started

listening to me, he just smiled

you care about?"

of steak and brought it to my mouth. I opened my mouth and took

steak in front of me and took

if you

"Why?"

if you did, it

was no need to explain anything. After going through separation and life-and-death situations, nothing could affect us

in Greenfield Village, feeling lonely on weekends,

had been injured, recovered, taken

from phone calls and hadn't

into the

and I both called

immediately lit up

finally brought my two precious great-grandchildren to see

further in, I noticed

small hoe to loosen the soil. Hearing the commotion, he

smiled and said, "Jason arrived last night. He's

at the old house,

from my hands. "Come, let me see

"Grandpa,

to the one in Ethan's arms, I said,

chuckled as he played with Harper in his arms. "I used to rush you

look as healthy as before. After holding the baby for a

and had Martin sit down to rest. Jason also walked over,

chair, Martin smiled and reassured

don't worry. People get older day by day; I

optimistic, but our

handed Harper to Ethan

our own ingredients, and I was familiar with Martin's kitchen, so

and children's giggles occasionally drifted in from outside the

vegetables, I couldn't

help?" A voice suddenly sounded behind

up instantly. Without turning around, I said, "No, you go keep Grandpa company. Dinner