Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 567 An Opportunity to Be Your Teacher

Emelie tried to hold back her tears, but they rolled down regardless.

Sheenderstood what Girela meant.

n’s trap, which led to Greta and

A mother knew her daughter the best. Greta knew that if she died, Emelie would Ekely blame herself. Emelie would think she had fallen for William’s i Ronan’s deaths. Thus, Greta’s final words were to absobe Emelle, telling her it wasn’t her fa

Wesley handed her handkerchief, but Emelie shook her head and wiped her tears with her hand:

This was the last and only time she would cry. The next time she cried would be on the day she got her revenge.

“Did my mother say anything else?” Emelie asked hoarsely.

Marcel nodded. “She also wanted you to remember your promise to find Etta”

Hoven, the third daughter of the Hoven family.

Wesley picked up his teacup, and the steam from the tea blurted his features. “I’ve already sent my men to look for her. But she’s been missing for so many years, so there are no leads for now,”

“My parents told me that Ema dropped out of college after meeting a pank and eloped with him. She hasn’t contacted the family once since then,” Emelie said

She frowned. “Could she have been deceived? otherwise, she wouldn’t have not contacted the family at all.”

Another possibility was that she wasn’t able to contact them.

on the enamel cup’s rim while being deep in thought. “William was also looking for Etta. He might suspect that the account

an idea had struck her. “It’s not impossible. In my memory, Etta was an obedient, understanding, and timid girl. She doesn’t seem like the type to

iminent danger and asked Elta to take the account book with her. Your adoptive mother’s last words to find Elta were actually a way to tell you where the

her even in her death. She couldn’t bear

hand and signaled

as him, turned to face him. “Wesley, please find me

put down his teacup “What do you want to

lot.” Emelie pressed her lips together. “I used to be a secretary. Although I know many things, they are only surface–level. I want to be able to leam more in depth.” Wesley knew she was preparing for her future confrontations with William and the Xwdher Group. He asked, “Why

surprised: “Aren’t you busy?!

I don’t want to let the opportunity to be your teacher go to someone else.” Wesley uncrossed his legs and stood up, indicating that she should follow him. “We’ll start your lessons today. Come with me to my study,”

first lesson Emelie had with

However, because she had been secretary, she had leamed the supporting aspects of it rather than the decision–making

with invaluable insights from the viewpoint of a leader. She had leaned a

business, Wesley

taught her shooting, archery, and horseback riding Horseback riding, in particular, was Emelle’s weekest skill. She had been outmaneuvered by William

before.

hold of her saddle, mounted

was

the horse galloped Emelle inadvertently caught a whiff of the pine scent on Wesley. At that moment, she was reminded of another man whose familiar scent of

through the scar on her chest, and she tightened her grip on the reins

she noticed the wedding ring on her finger that she

riding attire with her hair bed into a high ponytail, but some of her shorter hair was