Chapter 8 First Look at the Enemy

Luckily, Ryan reluctantly nodded, "It's definitely feminine."

At this point, Ryan took Emma to attend the meeting in an unhurried manner.

When he walked through the door, everyone looked straight at him, curiously staring at the Prince from the Imperial City.

Ryan was still that lazy look, with buttoned improperly and sleeves half-arranged. His features were exquisite with a noble aura, but the smile at the corner of the mouth was evil.

When he walked in, he was like a king, faintly received the attention of the people.

Emma followed beside him, she didn't have that strong aura, but her gaze was calm, her expression was bland, and she didn't care about the different gazes of the people on the Chamber.

"Good evening Chief Charles, I am the organizer of the Chamber of Commerce, welcome to Swallow City!"

The organizer was enthusiastic, and before Ryan could say anything, a gentle, confident female voice came nearby.

"I've heard a lot about Chief Charles. Nice to meet you today..." Hannah slowly smiled, and the whole person shone brightly. She walked straight towards the target, Ryan step by step!

It was surprised that Ryan's excellence exceeded her imagination, and she actually had her heart touched.

A man standing at the top like him really attracted her to conquer!

She could only see Ryan in her eyes, but Emma, who was beside Ryan, suddenly clenched her palms.

The uncontrollable blood was cold, and at the moment she saw Hannah's face, she was like being in the cold dungeon again.

Nightmares, to her, Hannah was a nightmare.

She had to be fully supported to maintain her composure.

Hannah, it had really taken too long to see.

In this life, she would not lose again!

She closed her eyes and opened them again, Emma's eyes calmed again, only a little red, revealing the overwhelming emotions in her heart.

"Is this lady the wife of Chief Charles? It's really different from I expected," Hannah smiled vaguely with her gaze shifting to Emma.

Ward-off marriage wife? Such a woman was not worthy to be her love interest.

Emma knew Hannah too well, as a stand-in, she knew Hannah's little calculations in her heart with one look.

Hannah, surprisingly, became interested in Ryan.

That was so funny.

Emma suddenly changed her silent manner and an step forward took Ryan's arm intimately, asking generously, "I am indeed Charles' wife, I wonder what's the difference between I and your imagination?"

When Emma came into his arms, Ryan frowned slightly, and coldly hummed in his heart, what did the little sheep want for suddenly taking the oath of sovereignty outside? Especially in front of this Miss Smith.

Hannah smiled as she continued to look towards Ryan, "It seems that Chief Charles is not very eager to introduce Mrs. Charles, I think, I can understand your mood, the helpless suffering of a commercial union."

Emma hammered silently as she said this, how quickly she had thrown away her feelings for Mike Miller! The man whom Hannah tried best to take away from her must not have known that he would one day be abandoned so mercilessly, right?

If Hannah was a nightmare to her, then Mike Miller was the one who was the victim of this cruel and brutal torture and personally drove her to her death!

When she heard the gentle male voice gradually approaching, he walked over and looked for Hannah, "Hannah, you're here, is this Chief Charles? Nice to meet you, I'm Mike Miller."

His voice was gentle, and his gestures revealed her elegance of being nobility. He carried Hannah into his arms and extended one hand to shake Ryan's hand.

After meeting the enemies so soon, the wounds opened mercilessly as if salt had been thrown on them. Emma drooped her head without being noticed and held Ryan' arm unconsciously firmly and tightly.

Although this subtle gesture, it was keenly caught by Ryan, he carelessly slanted a glance at Emma who was bowing her head, displeased, why was she shivering again?

"Ryan." Looking at the hand in front of him, Ryan didn't reach out to shake it back. His tone was a bit diffuse, his body was full of evil and arrogance, but nobody dare say anything.

Mike Miller embarrassingly retracted his hand and turned his head to look at Hannah lovingly, "Hannah, Mrs. Smith asked us to go over, let's entertain Mr. Charles in the evening with crowdfunding?"

Hannah was full of reluctance in her heart, but when she left, she glanced at Emma, who was hanging her head and not aggressive towards her at all. She was not worried, so that she generously said goodbye to Ryan before leaving together with Mike Miller.

Hannah, Smith...

Was she his sweetie that he was looking for? Ryan stared silently at Hannah's departing back.

However, at this moment, Ryan had no time to think about it any more, instead, he frowned, and his tone was unpleasant and coolly passed over, "How long do you want to pinch me? Little sheep."

The little sheep was so powerful only when she grasped him. Ryan lowered his head. By his remind, Emma suddenly realized what she was doing. After taking a breath and forcing down her emotions, she let go of Ryan's arm as if she was scalded.

Emma slowly raised her head at the moment and lightly mocked herself that she had the courage to look directly at Hannah, but did not have the courage to face Mike Miller who gave her hope and personally strangled her.

She looked over, the man's familiar figure fell in her eyes, what a ruthless heart was hidden beneath his gentle face and the white suit.

"Are you looking at that skinny monkey?" Probably only Ryan could speak in such an unassuming manner.

Ryan's figure was slender but not lean and dry, compared to him, Mike Miller looked lean, and he was unable to hold up the suit which revealed him much weaker.

His eyes were poisonous and he noticed the change in the little sheep from the moment the thin monkey appeared just now.

Emma retracted her gaze silently, "It's the first time for me to be here...Swallow City, I'm just curious, please...don't think much."

"It had better be, little sheep, you must know that being my woman..."

Ryan's breath was approaching, and warm breaths were sprayed in her ears one after another, then he slowly continued, "is a blessing that you have never been able to cultivate in your eight lifetimes."

As expected, the response he received was that the little sheep stared at him with rounded apricot eyes and gave him a supercilious look.

Fizz...that's bold!

Ryan straightened up his waist, reached out and grabbed the soft flesh on Emma's waist, pulling her forcefully in his arms, "Follow me."

She was then dragged towards the dense crowd, where she was in the spotlight.

Where there was Ryan, there were countless gazes that stared straight at them, and the little sheep was forced to raise her head.

Unbeknownst to them, an icy gaze was looking this way from the escalators on the second floor, "Mom, this is Chief Charles' wife for warding-off bad luck."

Shirley Smith swept along with the sight, took the cigarette handed over by her men, took a puff and exhaled the smoke, "Still need to put her in your eyes? I'll find an excuse to call off your wedding to Mike Miller, do you know what to do now?"