Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 306 Gratitude

"Mr. Kim, why torment a woman like this?" Faris asked coolly, toying with his lighter.

The other men quickly chimed in. "Faris is right. Why give a woman such a hard time?" Hearing Faris speak up, the man finally released his grip on Emily's hair.

Tears streaming down her face, Emily collapsed onto the floor as Peggy rushed to help

her up.

"Ungrateful bitch," the man spat.

Faris kept his eyes fixed on Emily, contemplative.

The man noticed Faris's stare and a knowing grin spread across his face. "Perhaps Faris wants this one. If that's the case, I wouldn't dream of competing."

He kicked Emily lightly with his foot. "Consider yourself lucky I'm letting you go for Faris's sake. Go on, sit beside him."

Emily knew she wouldn't escape that easily. But Faris seemed less threatening than that man, so she wiped her tears, stood up, and moved to sit next to Faris.

The space beside Faris was limited, forcing their arms to press together. She detected a subtle tobacco scent on him. Though she typically disliked smokers, strangely, his smell didn't repel her.

Unlike that man, Faris didn't immediately paw at her, but his silence made Emily nervous. Afraid of displeasing that man again, she poured Faris a drink.

"Thank you," she said earnestly before downing her own glass.

Faris studied her tear-stained face for a long moment. Only now, sitting so close in the dimly lit room, did Emily realize how handsome he was. His intense eyes were magnetic, impossible to look away from.

"What's your name?" he asked.

Emily looked down, responding softly, "Emily Glover."

line before turning upward slightly, his eyes

understand why he thought her

among these privileged young men, Emily sensed he was different-there was an

himself to the restroom. Faris leaned close to Emily's ear, asking if she wanted

that man returned, Faris led Emily out of

he drove them himself. Emily sat nervously in the passenger seat, unsure where

with him. They stopped at the railing, gazing at the water reflecting

this job?" he suddenly

question touched a raw nerve, making her throat tighten. Faris lit a cigarette, the smoke drifting toward her before dispersing in the

answer.

father left with a suitcase, saying he wouldn't return until he made his fortune. He never came back—not even when my mother died of a heart attack during my sophomore year of college. I dropped out to work as a

half-smoked cigarette and pulled a card from his pocket. "There's a million dollars here. Take it

terrified Emily. She stared at the card gleaming in the neon light, desperately needing the

take this for nothing," she

flicking away his cigarette butt, its ember

won't let you have it for free," he replied with a

froze, staring

smiled gently, his eyes sparkling

moment she fell in love

irresistible. When she accepted the card, she had

at the river, smoking one cigarette after another, his furrowed brow suggesting

was a man with stories to

breeze carried a damp chill from

final cigarette butt. "Let's go home,"

heart skip a beat, offering a warmth she hadn't felt since

hesitated before giving her