Finally, Emma still managed to bring Brayden into the hotel.
Emma directly took off the clothes on her body, and then rode on Brayden, kept fondling, trying to provoke Brayden.
At this time, Brayden, for this in front of him, is indeed a bit overwhelmed, but he knows very well that the person in front of him is not Dolly.
“Get lost!”
Brayden a force, threw Emma directly on the ground.
“Ah!” Emma on the ground covered her head, somewhat embarrassed.
“Don’t touch me!” Brayden shouted from the bed.
Emma anxiously kept wandering around outside, waiting for Brayden to come out until the next day.
“Uh …”
Brayden in the bath stretched out, yawned and looked haggard. Where was this? He looked around and realized that he had slept in the bathroom.
What the hell? Did he drink too much yesterday?
No, he had been drugged last night! Brayden suddenly remembered everything that had happened last night.
“Snap!”
The door of the bathroom was opened.
Emma, who had been sleeping against the bathroom door, fell to the floor.
Brayden looked at the woman in front of him with suspicion and some curiosity.
“You’re awake.” Emma said as she rubbed her eyes.
“Hmm.” Brayden replied feebly.
I don’t know why, vaguely, Brayden heart some uneasiness.
Brayden always felt as if something bad was going to happen, but he didn’t know how to respond.
“Why are you here?” Brayden asked as he walked out.
“Oh, I saw you drunk last night, so I sent you here …” Emma explained sheepishly.
No, wait a minute, he was drugged last night, he should not have done anything excessive to Emma, right? Brayden looked at the person in front of him and instantly raised his guard.
“Emma, last night, I didn’t do anything to you, did I?” Brayden immediately raised his guard and asked in some panic.
If something really happened, Brayden did not know how to explain to Dolly …
“Nasty.” Emma suddenly said shyly.
“What did you do last night, your own heart is still not clear well?” Emma said flirtatiously, straightened her upper body.
Brayden realized that Emma was only wearing a suspender belt and a pair of safety pants.
Brayden suddenly panicked when he looked at Emma in front of him, and then at his own topless body.
“Knock, knock, knock!”
Suddenly, a knock on the door crept up.
“Who is it?” Brayden asked loudly, looking at Emma next to him.
“I don’t know.” Emma looked at the door, and was a little nervous.
“Open the door!” Outside the door, a man turned to a receptionist and shouted.
“Sorry, sir, there is someone in this room.”
The attendant was still very principled.
“I know there’s someone there, I’m here to deliver clothes to Mr. Kirkland!”
Outside the door, the crowd seemed to be growing and the scene was lively.
Finally, with all the talk, the attendant opened the door anyway.
At once, all the reporters outside the door poured in.
“Mr. Kirkland, hello, may I ask what is your relationship with Miss Emma?”
“Mr. Kirkland, are you getting married to Miss Emma?”
“Miss Emma, when did you and Mr. Kirkland start to fall in love?”
Several reporters kept filming and talking, the picture was very awkward.
Emma, at this time, was also a bit baffled, she never thought that in her lifetime, she would appear in front of the public in such a revealing dress.
“Give way, don’t shoot, shoot what shoot, get up!”
Suddenly, Emma’s assistant immediately ran over, took off her own jacket, draped it over Emma, and pulled her out of the room immediately.
“Miss, are you all right?” The assistant asked while observing the situation behind her.
“Fine.” Emma shook her head thoughtfully and replied.
Who had sent the reporter to the hotel, and who had planned this conspiracy? Suddenly, Vincent’s face came to Emma’s mind.
Emma frowned tightly, her heart was furious. This time, her image in the public’s mind was ruined.
“Miss, do you want to go home?” The assistant asked in an embarrassed whisper next to her.
“No, go home, go to Melonetworks.”
Emma’s eyes were very determined, she must go to get a statement!
“Dang!”
The door of the office was kicked open fiercely, at this moment Vincent was sitting in front of his desk constantly flipping through magazines, looking very leisurely.
“Yo, isn’t this Miss Emma?” Vincent hurriedly stood up and greeted.
“It was really hard for you last night.” He continued to add.
“Vincent, what exactly do you mean?” Emma asked bluntly.
“What are you talking about? I’m helping you out.”
Vincent shrugged, with an air of unconcern.
Helping her? Or ruining her?
“Letting a reporter photograph me, that’s helping me?” Emma’s voice was grim as she questioned.
“Or what?”
“Now that word has gotten out that you had sex with Brayden, what else could Brayden do but take responsibility for you?”
On Vincent’s face, there was a winning smile.
“If he is not responsible for you, what will be affected is not only his reputation …” Vincent continued, a playful curve at the corner of his mouth.