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.

can restyle my

longer struggling, like my question had

skills and abilities are limited, don't have a big temper and big desires, or you'll get

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

be too eager for quick success, or those little tricks might end up ruining your future," I said, grabbing

nodded and helped me

past Faye, she looked at Ethan with tearful eyes, but he

a salon to wash my face and hair, and finally

him about looking for a spokesperson and recounted everything that

mostly because she has a bad reputation. If I hired her,

elegantly picked up his knife and fork with his

listening to me, he just

you care about?"

of steak and brought it to my mouth.

of me and

you found the right

"Why?"

it

him, moved, and realized there was no need to explain anything. After going through separation and life-and-death situations, nothing could

of Martin alone in Greenfield Village, feeling lonely on weekends, and suggested we

I had been injured, recovered, taken over the Moore Group, and managed the Emoire Artistry

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

walked into the yard, we saw

both

immediately lit

my two precious great-grandchildren to

noticed someone

his white shirt sleeves half-rolled up and was using a small hoe to

arrived last night. He's been helping me all

happened that night at the old house, I felt a

Harper from my hands. "Come,

and said, "Grandpa, this is Harper, your

arms, I said, "This is Hunter, your

in his arms. "I used to rush you to

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

back and had Martin sit down to rest. Jason also walked

Martin

nothing, don't worry. People get older day by day; I

tone was optimistic, but

I handed Harper to Ethan and went into

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

and children's giggles occasionally drifted in from

vegetables, I couldn't

any help?" A voice suddenly sounded

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