Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 305 Emily

The Sunset Haven Club buzzed with activity as an elegant soirée was in full swing.

In the gilded hall, smooth jazz floated through the air, setting the sophisticated ambiance that defined high society gatherings. Crystal glasses clinked together as men and women exchanged polite laughter-no one concerned whether the smiles were genuine.

On the second floor, Faris reclined on a leather banquette, clutching a glass. His gaze fixed on the bustling hall below, his solitary figure seeming detached from the festivity surrounding him.

When he reached for the bottle to refill his glass, he discovered it was empty. With a snap of his fingers, a waiter promptly approached.

"Bring more!" Faris's voice betrayed his intoxication.

The waiter hesitated, glancing toward a male assistant standing nearby, discreetly holding up three fingers.

The assistant shrugged helplessly. He was well aware this would be the third bottle, but he knew Faris's temperament all too well. Ever since Faris had returned from a wedding in Starlight City, he had been in a dark mood.

"Fuck, do you want to quit? Who's the boss here me or him?" Faris kicked over an empty bottle in frustration.

The waiter trembled as he rushed to pick up the bottle, then hurriedly fetched another, uncorking it before setting it down.

Faris poured and drank as if consuming water rather than alcohol. He was already drunk, and continuing would only lead to trouble. Yet no one dared intervene.

The assistant anxiously kept glancing toward the staircase.

Soon, a woman with chestnut hair cascading to her waist, dressed in a cream-colored dress, ascended the stairs on slender legs.

The assistant exhaled with relief and hurried to meet her. "Ms. Glover, thank goodness you're here!"

Emily brushed her hair off her shoulder and looked concernedly at Faris drinking alone. "Is he alright?"

"Not at all. He's had far too much to drink."

"I understand. Don't worry, I'll talk to him."

She walked toward Faris. In this state, Emily was likely the only person who could approach him safely.

She crouched beside him and gently took his hand. His skin was cold, and the missing pinky finger gave his hand an unusual appearance, but that didn't diminish her admiration to her, he remained the most perfect man in the world.

She cradled his hand between hers, attempting to warm it with her touch.

Are you upset about something?" Her voice was soft

their eyes meeting, and her heart ached.

moment, he pulled her into his

yet she didn't resist. Instead, she yielded, gently

the crook of her neck, trailing kisses upward until he reached

often said those with thin earlobes had difficult lives. But the man before her had once told her that destiny was in one's own

her that his success wasn't predetermined by fate but created through his own efforts. She had always admired his courage and determination,

a blush spread across her cheeks, her

clearly holds a special place in Mr. Melville's life," one server

Melville, but he's never

had begun gossiping about

considerate. It's natural that Mr. Melville would be

I've heard her family situation is

Looking to get fired?"

servers quickly fell silent, murmuring,

Grant ordered sharply, and they

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leaning back into the sofa. He lit a cigarette, his intoxicated gaze admiring her earlobe with a

asked softly, "Do

earlobe,

mirror from her purse, she saw a pearl earring dangling from her ear-perfectly round, lustrous,

beautiful. I love

and regardless

a haze of exhaled smoke. "Emily, do you

love you every different side

had been

profession out of necessity, but maintained

never bothering to understand her

faces. Her refusals angered customers and earned her a harsh reprimand

manager's office, Emily sat in the dressing room questioning her decisions. Fellow hostesses openly mocked her, with only Peggy Gibson-who had been in the business two years longer-showing her

been protecting her behind the scenes, but even she felt compelled to

avoid them. Don't you need the money?

for the full experience. You

sharp, everyone!" the supervisor suddenly burst into the