Emma's POV
I was led to varieties of phones. The lady whom the manager appointed to show me around kept showing different expensive phones to me. She explained the qualities of the phones, and when I asked about the prices, my mouth dropped at the figures – they were quite high.
“You don’t have to worry about the price; I believe Lord Emerson wouldn’t mind. To be frank, among his former lovers, you are the one who seemed different,” she said in a friendly and curious manner, causing me to raise a brow at her.
“What do you mean, and why do you say that?” I asked. She smiled and moved a bit closer, perhaps not wanting others to hear.
“Firstly, you are the youngest he has brought here. You seem really young, and we never imagined that our boss was into young girls. The ladies he usually b
