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.

My makeup can be redone, a hairstylist can restyle my hair, my clothes and phone can be replaced. I don't care. But what did you

momentarily stunned, no longer struggling, like my

skills and abilities are limited, don't have a big temper

The fierceness in her

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 the sofa and turning to Ethan. "Let's

and helped me

tearful eyes, but he kept a stern face and didn't even glance at

salon to wash my face and hair, and finally

for a spokesperson and recounted everything that

mostly because she has a

fork with

me, he just smiled faintly. "I don't

what do you care about?"

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

placed the cut steak in front of me and took my untouched

only care if you found the

"Why?"

it would

at him, moved, and realized there was no need to explain anything. After going through

alone in Greenfield Village, feeling lonely on

taken over the Moore Group,

his great-grandchildren from phone calls and hadn't met them yet. That weekend, we packed up the kids

into the yard, we saw Martin

and I both

us and immediately lit

brought my two precious great-grandchildren to

we walked further in, I noticed someone else

hoe to loosen the soil. Hearing the commotion, he

said, "Jason arrived last

what happened that night at the old house,

my hands.

and said, "Grandpa,

the one in Ethan's arms, I said, "This is Hunter,

in his arms. "I used to rush you to have kids, and

was genuinely happy. But I noticed he didn't look as healthy as before. After holding the baby for a while, he seemed tired, with large beads of sweat

took the child back and had Martin sit down to rest.

Martin smiled and

day by day; I

tone was optimistic, but our

to Ethan and went into the kitchen

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

drifted in

I chopped vegetables, I couldn't

A voice suddenly sounded behind

I said, "No, you go keep Grandpa company. Dinner will be ready