Hello, Mr. Brent novel Chapter 88

"Why should I believe you?" Emily quickly realized that something was wrong. Why should she believe that Lucas was telling the truth?

Lucas said in surprise, "Do you think I'm lying to you?"

Emily said, "I've been in contact with Ivy a few times. I don't think she's such a person. She's very simple and kind. She greeted me friendly when she saw me. Why would she order Lily to do that to me? Besides, she was there that day. Is it all her conspiracy?"

"Simple and kind?" Lucas sneered, "I'm afraid no one but Ryan will think that she is simple and kind. She is Harry's younger sister. She has been spoiled since she was a child. We all know how unruly and willful she is. She just pretended to be kind. She had once expelled her classmate out of Lancaster because that classmate accidentally stained her clothes. She's nice to you, but it's all a facade. She's deliberately showing it to uncle, or maybe she's trying to engage you and make you less defensive."

"Is it really as serious as you say?" Emily became more confused when he said this.

Lucas said, "If you don't believe me, just ask uncle if Ivy is involved in Lily's case. It seems that Uncle didn't tell you the truth! Yes, he knows who she is, and he had been doting on her as she was his real sister. He couldn't bear to blame her, so he deliberately hid it from you."

"That's why you called me here?" Emily asked with a frown.

Lucas shook his head, "I just want to remind you to be careful of Ivy and Iris. And I really want to buy your car. I can pay as much as you want."

"Sorry, I won't sell it regardless of how much you pay me. If you just want to tell me about this, I really appreciate your reminder. If there's nothing else, I'll go first. I won't see you again," said Emily, standing up.

"Emily." Lucas also quickly stood up and grabbed her arm.

Emily glanced at him and said coldly, "Let go."

Lucas unwillingly let go of his hand, walked to the door, and personally opened the door for her, "I'll see you off."

"No need." Emily refused.

But Lucas still walked her to the door and watched her get into the car before leaving.

Emily sighed. She didn't expect that not only did she fail to sell the car, but she also met Lucas and heard so much from him.

In fact, she believed what Lucas said. After all, Franklin told her that Ivy had done something wrong to her before. It seemed that this was the case.

It was only because Franklin was afraid that she would be completely disappointed or angry with Ivy that he deliberately hid it from her.

Emily felt uncomfortable, even though she knew that Franklin was very nice to her and he even called Ivy over to scold her last time. But he deliberately hid this matter from her, which showed that Ivy was also very important to him.

She just wondered who was more important to him, Ivy or her?

"Hey, Sebastian, this is Emily. Do you have time now?" Emily drove to Sebastian's company and called him.

As soon as Sebastian knew that Emily was coming, he immediately went downstairs.

He greeted Emily with a big smile and said delightedly, "Why are you here all of a sudden? You didn't call me in advance. Fortunately, I didn't go out."

"Get in the car! I have something to tell you," Emily said.

Sebastian nodded, opened the door and got in.

"Just say it! As long as I can do it, I will try my best."

"Sebastian, about the phone call..." Emily hesitated for a while before she mumbled, "Do you understand that?"

Sebastian lowered his head and smiled bitterly, "I know, but I don't know why he called me. Did you tell him?"

"Of course not. I just helped Joyce to write you a love letter. I didn't expect it to be seen by him. Then... Then he called you. I'm sorry." Emily apologized pitifully.

Sebastian said, "You don't have to apologize to me. It's not your fault."

"Sebastian, thank you. But... What do you think about Joyce's feelings for you?" Emily asked tentatively.

Although Joyce said she didn't have to worry about it and he solved it himself, she still wanted to confirm Sebastian's thoughts first. After all, Joyce was her best friend and she really wanted her to be happy.

And the greatest happiness was that the person she liked just happened to like her.

"Emily, you know what I'm thinking," Sebastian said, lowering his head.

Emily was embarrassed and quickly said, "Sebastian, it's absolutely impossible for us to be together. I'm married. Besides, you don't know much about me. If you know more about me, you'll find that I'm so annoying and pretentious. I'm not as good as Joyce. she has a good temper and is kind. She's the model of a good girl."

"But it isn't like turning on and off the tap. You can't do it even if you want to. It also isn't like going to a big market to buy cabbages, where you can just pick out the right ones. Joyce is so good, but I don't like her. That's what can't be changed," Sebastian said.

Emily said anxiously, "How can you not like her? She really likes you! I've never seen Joyce like a person so much. You will know her as soon as you get in touch with her. You know how good a girl she is."

"Emily, I can accept that you don't like me. But you can't force me to like others," Sebastian smiled bitterly.

Emily was speechless.

He was right. She could reject Sebastian, but she could not force him to like others.

But Joyce...

"Anyway, I want you to think about it carefully. Even if you don't like her now, you might like her in the future. If she confesses to you and you reject her, you can't take it back. Joyce is really a good girl. You'll find out when you get in touch with her, and I hope you don't hurt her," Emily advised.

Sebastian nodded and murmured, "I'll take your words to heart."

Emily twitched her lips and thought that he just needed to take this to his heart.

She really couldn't figure out why she could mesmerize Sebastian.

Right now, her heart was in a mess. Nothing could be worse than her good friend's crush falling in love with her.

After Sebastian got out of the car, she patted the steering wheel in anger again and left.

But neither she nor Sebastian knew that at the corner between the two buildings, Joyce, who rushed to give Sebastian chicken soup, saw it.

Joyce frowned, unable to understand why Emily came to see Sebastian.

And they had been chatting in the car for so long. What did they talk about?

"Hey, Emily, where are you? Did you sell your car?"

"Oh, I'm on my way home. I just finished talking to the buyer. Not good. Joyce, you don't have to worry about this. I'll handle it myself."

"Okay." Joyce hung up the phone and pouted, her eyes flashing with confusion.