Chapter 4 Chapter 4

She had asked about it. Dennis was the heir to the biggest financial company in City A. He didn't have a girlfriend, but women had never stopped throwing themselves at him.

Before she came, she had already prepared mentally. And hence, Dennis' proposal suited her very well.

Dennis said, "Miss Bailey, you're my nominal wife. You and I are strangers even though we are now legally bound, do you understand?"

"Got it."

Dennis frowned slightly. If he had not been mistaken, Emmie... had actually let out a sigh of relief.

"We can't let anyone know about our agreement."

"Certainly."

"Why did you agree to marry me?" Dennis could not wrap his head around it. Master Scott shared a very close relationship with the Bailey family; he would not turn a blind eye to the Bailey family if they ever needed any help. Having said that, a marriage between their grandchildren was definitely not required to strengthen the relationship between the two families. Furthermore, the Bailey family was not as wealthy as his family; this marriage was certainly not about money.

Emmie did marry Dennis for money. The Bailey family was rich, but it had nothing to do with her. Besides sharing the same last name, Emmie had nothing else related to the Bailey family, and that was exactly her wish. She would rather find shelter from the Scott family.

"Point no. 2 under the 3rd section in the agreement says that I have the right not to answer any questions pertaining to my personal life."

Emmie raised her head. She was not trying to provoke him, her eyes sparkling with sincerity.

Dennis took a deep breath. After a moment, he said, "Very good. You are a fast learner. You'd better remember every one of them."

"Don't worry, I have photographic memory."

"If..." Dennis took a step forward and said in a low voice, "If you are going to divorce me, what do you want from me?"

Emmie raised her eyes and saw his sexy Adam's apple throbbing. "Why would I divorce you?"

"Because I want to," he answered truthfully.

"If that's your–"

"You just have to answer whether you're going to divorce me or not."

Emmie shook her head. "I won't."

She was a woman of her word. With Dennis' ability, she could indeed get what she wanted, but she had already made a deal with Master Scott that they would never divorce within three years.

Dennis looked into her velvet-black eyes. "You've made a wrong choice."

He never liked to force anyone. He would love to see how long Emmie could bear this marriage.

With that, Dennis left.

Half a month later, in the Sanctuary Hotel.

Emmie furrowed her brows deeply.

Isaac Powell rubbed her forehead. "Stop frowning. That's going to give you wrinkles."

"Why me?"

"What can I do? We don't have enough staff in the company."

Emmie was displeased. All her work in the past could be done in the office, and she had never had to go out on the field. Isaac added, "Eloise is the one responsible for this case all this while."

"God knows what's wrong with her. She hasn't come to the company for a few days. The boss said that if I can't handle it, I'll have to pack up my things and leave."

"That's you, not me!" said Emmie.

"Emmie, we have worked together for more than half a year. You can't be so heartless, can you?"

Emmie sighed. "Of course, I can't."

"Alright, play along with my cues from now on." Isaac called a boy who was around seven years old and pointed at Emmie. "Call her mom."

The boy was licking a lollipop as he called out, "Mom."

Emmie was stunned. "Isaac, you son of a b*tch! Where did you get such a young kid?"

"His name is Ryan, and he is an actor in our company. Although he is young, he is quite talented. You're the one I am most worried about..." Isaac touched his chin and looked at her. "I have never seen you cry before, have I?"

It had been years since she last cried. "I can't cry."