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.

redone, a hairstylist can restyle my hair, my clothes and

stunned, no longer struggling, like my question had thrown her

once read something: 'If you can't clean up the mess, 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

her face. The fierceness in

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

and

she looked at Ethan with tearful eyes, but he kept a stern face and

salon to wash my face and

told him about looking for a spokesperson and recounted everything that happened

hire her. Sure, I had some personal reasons, but mostly because she has a bad reputation. If I hired her, it would ruin my own

fork

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

you care

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

front of me

you

"Why?"

if you did, it would make you

to explain anything. After going through

Greenfield Village, feeling lonely on weekends,

injured, recovered, taken over the Moore Group, and managed the Emoire

I hadn't visited Martin. He only knew about his great-grandchildren from phone calls and hadn't met them yet. That weekend, we packed up the kids and

into the yard,

I both called out,

saw us and immediately lit up with

two precious great-grandchildren to

in, I noticed someone else by

a small hoe

last night. He's been helping me all

of what happened that night at the old house, I felt

Harper from my hands. "Come,

said, "Grandpa, this is Harper, your

Ethan's arms, I said, "This is Hunter,

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

could tell Martin was genuinely happy. But I noticed he didn't look as healthy as before. After

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

chair, Martin

day by day; I can't

tone was optimistic, but our faces were all

handed Harper to Ethan and went into the

I was

and children's giggles occasionally drifted in from outside the

vegetables, I couldn't help

A

said, "No,