Chapter 115

Emily’s POV: As night fell and the city lights began to twinkle, a black minivan pulled into the underground parking garage of the Twin Towers Restaurant. The vehicle came to a stop, and the door opened. I glanced at Miley, dressed in a glamorous cocktail dress with flawless makeup, and reminded her with lingering concern, “Remember, no alcohol!” “I know,” she replied with a sweet smile, though the excitement and anticipation in her eyes were impossible to hide. Seeing this, I frowned and sternly cautioned, “Even though it’s Mr. Robinson who invited you, how many business meetings with actresses in this industry are truly innocent? You’ve been so well-protected by the Taylor family all these years that you’re still too naive. I’m genuinely worried.” “It will be fine. I know what I’m doing.” She waved her small handbag and called back, “Emily, I’m off!” “Why don’t I go with you?” I asked worriedly. “That wouldn’t be appropriate. Mr. Robinson specifically requested a private meeting with