Chapter 448

　　Third Person's POV 　　As night fell, Emily simply dressed and headed to the restaurant designated by Richard. 　　It was a self-operated restaurant in a seven-star hotel. Though reluctant, she didn't dare to defy Richard. 　　On the way, she pictured the man as a cynical playboy. Enduring a meal with him would be tolerable. After all, she despised heartless rich men, none of whom compared to Blake in her eyes. 　　Pushing open the restaurant door, all her assumptions crumbled—a middle-aged man sat there, slightly overweight, balding, with yellowed, decayed teeth from years of smoking. 　　Emily froze. What was Richard thinking? 　　"Miss Chavez? You're even prettier in person!" The man grinned, his yellow teeth making Emily almost gag. 　　"Are you Mr. Waleri?" Before coming, she'd researched him—an ex-politician turned businessman with decent success, but his family's complex and scandalous relations were well-known. 　　Baldwin shrugged. "That's me. Sit down." 　　His tone was arrogant, utterly lac