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On the second floor, in a corner overlooking the entire venue, Emilia Goldsmith, who was supposed to be in Linton City, was also present. She was wearing a deep blue, strapless, high-slit long dress made of silky satin. The watery fabric tightly wrapped around her exquisite figure, and the strapless and high-slit design outlined her collarbone and long legs, making her look strikingly sexy and breathtaking.

She put down her phone, and intense flames burned in her beautiful apricot eyes. She spoke with pursed red lips, aggressively, “Lyle Westbrook, you know very well how I feel about you. I never wanted to be your sister; I want to be your woman! In the past, you didn’t want to return to the Westbrook Family, and you didn’t choose me—I endured it! But now that you’ve chosen to come back, and you still don’t choose me, I can’t bear it anymore!”

“Are there women more beautiful, shapelier, younger, and more compatible with you than me? Women who understand you better?”

If these words had come from the mouth of another woman, people might have found them embarrassingly narcissistic. But when Emilia spoke them, there was an inexplicable sense of truth to them.

Perhaps because it was just the fact.

Whether in terms of her background, appearance, or figure, she was one in tens of thousands, and indeed, very few people could compare with her.

However, speaking so bluntly was indeed her character!

The man, cornered by her, looked indifferent as he flipped a page of the account book as if he had not heard her at all.

Emilia waited for his answer for a long time without any response, and with a clap of her hands, she suddenly stood up and slammed her palms on the table, “What does your silence mean?!”

She slammed the table too hard, causing the wine glass on it to jump and fall to the ground, shattering into pieces.

The black-clad bodyguard standing nearby got scared and started sweating.

This First Young Lady was incredibly bold.

She dared to speak with such an attitude to his boss.

Facing her interrogation, the man finally looked up but didn’t address her, and instead glanced at the person standing nearby, ordering them to clean up the mess and bring a new glass over. “Clean it up and bring a new glass.”

“Yes, boss.”

Emilia had never been disregarded like this before. Or rather, only two men had ignored her in this manner: one was Baron Lawrence, and the other was the man before her… But while Baron Lawrence’s indifference was due to his personality, this man’s disregard for her incited her fury!

“Lyle Westbrook!”

She gritted her teeth.

“Or do I have to call you Wyndham Howell before you’ll pay attention to me?”

In those years, he had gone undercover as an ordinary chief surgeon at a hospital in Linton City, eluding her search efforts for so long. Now that he had finally returned, his attitude was like this, and Emilia was furious.

“What do you want me to say?” The man’s voice was still calm and tender but carried a hint of sharpness unknowingly. His face, like a warm breeze, was now without glasses, revealing his full forehead and a pair of beautiful Peach Blossom Eyes. Despite maintaining the gentle and refined appearance, there was an inexplicable sense of distance, deterring others from getting too close.

“I’m asking you, why don’t you accept me? Is there someone more beautiful, shapelier, younger, more compatible, and who understands you better beside you?” Emilia seemed determined to get an answer to her question.

She was aware of her strengths and her weaknesses.

Her strengths were her appearance, her pedigree, her identity, and her ability. Her weaknesses were her temper and the way she spoke.