Demon's Contract Bride

The plane slowly landed at Rachon Airport, A City. There was a screeching sound of airplane wheels rubbing against the runway. Emma Brown, who just disembarked from the plane, carried a small backpack. She dragged the suitcase while looking down at the phone in her hand. She touched the screen and checked the tweets.

"Make way, please, make way." And then a man directly across the street was pushing a luggage cart through the crowd quickly. He shouted for the people in front of him to move out of the way, as if he was trying to catch a flight.

"General Manager, this is the report you need. The project of the resort has been approved by the government, and construction will be started next week." There were three men in fitted professional suits behind Emma Brown. The twenty-something man in the middle was very handsome. He wore a high-fashion Armani suit, making him even more elegant and noble. With the phone in one hand, he received and listened to a report handed over by his assistant, Paul White...

"Oops!" At the same time as the voice sounded, Bruce White only felt his right hand was hit by something, and his phone flew out all of a sudden. Before he had time to react, a small body fell into his arms, and he caught the person who "threw herself at him" instinctively. A fragrance of jasmine entered his nose, and the smell was light and pleasant. He instantly froze when he looked down. He saw a pair of eyes, which was clean, clear, and translucent...

"Are you okay, General Manager?" The assistant beside him reacted and asked. The other subordinate immediately went to pick up Bruce's phone that he had just thrown out.

"Ah! I'm sorry." At this time, Emma Brown also reacted and immediately broke away from the man's arms. She stood and bent down to apologize.

"It's fine." Bruce White frowned and replied back. It wasn't clear if he was answering the assistant beside him or the person in front of him. But anyway, hearing this, Emma stood up straight.

"Manager, it is your cell phone." The subordinate who went to pick up the cell phone returned, but he was holding two cell phones that looked almost identical in appearance.

Bruce White took the two phones and looked at one of the phone's screen. The corners of his eyes frowned and he looked at the screen speechlessly. He only saw the holographic film affixed to the black screen showed two dark grey letters - "get rich." Was this crazy to think about money?

"It was my phone." Emma Brown recognized the phone in Bruce White's hand was hers, and she immediately reached out and snatched over. She pressed the phone's sensor button, and the phone screen immediately lit up. Phew~ it wasn't broken.

"That... "Emma looked at Bruce's phone. Bruce magically comprehended her intentions while seeing her staring at his phone, and he also pressed the sensor and the phone lit up.

"Nothing." All right. For someone who was a stranger and had no business dealings, Bruce's behavior was already quite good. Although in Emma's opinion, he still had a rather high and cold attitude.

"That's good, I'll leave first then. I'm very sorry, and I just bumped into you to avoid that cart driver. Thank you for catching me just now. Here's my phone number, you can check it when you go back, and if there's still something wrong with the phone, you can call me on this number. I'll... I'll pay you back then! "After saying that, Emma took out the small sticky note she had with her from her backpack. She wrote down her phone number and name and handed it to Bruce with both hands.

"Mm." After waiting for a short while, Bruce finally took the note that Emma handed over.

"Thanks, bye!" Seeing Bruce take the note, Emma was finally relieved. The corners of her mouth slightly curled up when she smiled, and the shallow dimples in her cheeks made her cute.

As Emma turned away, Bruce looked down at the note in his hand. There were a few standard small block letters on the paper, and below the name "Emma Brown" was a series of telephone numbers in Arabic numerals.

"Take it." Bruce casually handed the note to his assistant, Paul White. Paul frowned at the note, and he wondered whether he should throw it away or keep it?

Without allowing Paul to think too much, Bruce had already taken strides towards the entrance of the hall.

Emma took a deep breath after walking out of the airport. It was that familiar feeling after a long absence.

Five years, she had been studying abroad for five years, and now she was finally back.

It would be the 20th anniversary of her meeting with her boyfriend Bill Thomas in a few days, so she wanted to come back early to give him a surprise.

"Taxi, Ficus Garden 38." Emma stopped a taxi. She immediately took out her phone as soon as she got into the car and clicked on her friend's dialog box in WeChat.

"I'm back." Emma looked at the words typed on the screen, and smiled slightly. She pressed the button to send a message, and then she lowered the window and looked at the city that she hadn't seen for five years. The summer breeze blew across her cheeks, and her hair gently raised and flew in the air. Since she went abroad for further studies, she hadn't been able to return to this city once, and now she finally came back.

"Ring ~" then the phone rang, Emma pressed to answer.

"Hello."

"You're back?! Didn't you say you'd be back next week? Where are you? I'll come to get you!" Emma just pressed the answer key, and the phone immediately came to Jessie Miller's cry. She could feel that the voice was full of surprise and excitement.

"No need! I'm almost home. I'll ask you out later tonight!" Emma planned to go home first, and then she would take a shower and dress up before going to find her boyfriend. The thought of her sudden appearance in front of him and his surprise at seeing her was something she was looking forward to. It must be fun, and she smiled unconsciously.

"Huh? So fast, that's good, I'll tell you..." At this time, Emma was no longer able to hear clearly what Jessie was saying on the other end of the phone. She could never imagine that the boyfriend she was missing just now would appear in such a peculiar and unacceptable pattern! The car had pulled up in front of his house, and the boyfriend she was just missing was on the other side of the street. He leaned against his BMW i8 with a woman in her arms. The woman in a pink dress with medium-length hair was talking to him, and then she stood on her tiptoes and kissed the corner of Bill's mouth.

What was this? Was this a sign that she had been cheated on? Emma rubbed her eyes with her hands. When she saw the woman turn her face and rest her head on Bill's chest, Emma was stunned. Because that woman was the one who had brazenly followed her mother to move into Emma's home and claimed to be her half-sister, Lucy Brown.

Emma was so disappointed that it was like a big pot of cold water being poured down on her head. How did that happen? Last week, he was on the phone complaining that she was fastidiously living abroad alone. He missed her because he couldn't leave the country for work. He also said in the WeChat video that he would like to never hang up and watch her forever. It had only been a few days, how did it come to this? Was this a dream? Or was she hallucinating?

"Hey! Emma, are you there? "Her friend shouted from the other end of the phone, Emma finally came back to her senses.

"Here it is! Ma'am." Seeing Emma's delayed intention to get out of the car, the driver opened his mouth to remind.

"Oh! Good. Jessie, I'm busy now, and I'll talk later." Emma hung up the phone after saying that.

"Bang!" Emma got out of the car and closed the door.

"Sis?!" The sound of the door closing drew the attention of two sweethearts on the roadside. Lucy and Bill immediately separated as if they were thieves. They stood at the curb and looked at Emma who was dragging the luggage.

"Hi! It's been a long time, guys!" Emma slowly turned around and looked at them in front of her with a comparable perfect smile on her face.

The Brown family's living room.

Emma was sitting on a single couch, and her luggage was placed next to her. Her father, James Brown sat directly across from her. On the right-hand side of the three-person couch sat the grandmother Kate Green, who hadn't liked her since she was a child, her stepmother Joyce Lee, and her sister Lucy Brown, who had taken her boyfriend away. Their faces were completely devoid of any smiles. It was obvious that they didn't welcome Emma's sudden return, even to the point of disgust. It wasn't hard to tell from the grandmother's undisguised disgust in her eyes.

"Why did you return to the country early?" James's slightly reproachful tone rang out.

"Oh, I got homesick, so I came back," Emma replied with a shrug. Since they weren't going to actively bring up the matter of Lucy, and she wasn't going to actively bring it up. Sometimes you made the first move, you would fall behind.

"Are you so capricious? You're in your twenties, is this vacation time? Are you the kind of person who just wants to go back despite your studies? I pay you to go to a foreign country to further your studies and you come back like this for me?" As if he had finally found a reason to take offense, James slapped his hand on the table and stood up.

"Oh, did dad forget? I graduated the year before last, and I remember calling to tell you that, huh?" Emma looked at her father whom she hadn't seen for five years. She had thought that when she saw him after many years, even if it wouldn't be like the drama, but not so angry at the sight of it, right? It seemed that she was too naive, and some things couldn't be changed by long absence.

"Graduation? Then why don't you come back? And you've been abroad for so long? Is this because you think it's easy for me to make money?" James immediately growled again. Perhaps it was the long treatment like this, James did not find anything wrong with this tone at all, and this attitude must be for a daughter who did not listen to discipline.

"Well? Didn't Auntie Lee say you wanted me to intern abroad for a while before coming back? She said that I could learn some advantages of foreign business models and give you some advice on the company's reform in the future, could it be that Aunt Lee... "Emma said while turning her gaze to her stepmother Joyce Lee with a question in her eyes.