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."

curved into a thin line before turning upward slightly, his

he thought her ordinary name was

lighten as he joined the others in conversation. Despite sitting among these privileged young men, Emily sensed he was different-there was an inherent decency about him.

a while, that man excused himself to the restroom. Faris leaned close to Emily's ear, asking if

returned, Faris led Emily out of room 808, drawing

hadn't been drinking, he drove them himself. Emily sat nervously in the passenger seat, unsure where he was taking her,

stopped at the railing, gazing at the water reflecting the city's

did you take this job?"

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

answer.

of a heart attack during my sophomore year of college. I dropped out to work as a waitress so my brother could stay in school. He was

pocket. "There's a million dollars here. Take it for your brother's surgery.

the neon light, desperately needing the money but

this

laughed softly, flicking away his cigarette butt, its ember tracing a

won't let you have it for

staring

gently, his eyes sparkling in

fell in love with him for his

the card, she had already prepared to give

at the river, smoking one

he was a man with stories to

early spring breeze carried a damp chill from

this, Faris tossed away his final cigarette butt. "Let's go

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

the car, he asked where she lived. She hesitated before giving her address- reckless,