Days passed like water, and since Emily found out she was pregnant, she became increasingly cautious.
The person who is even more cautious than her was Mr. Satan.
At ten in the morning, she was cooking in the kitchen when Olivia leaned against the kitchen door and complained, "Is Allen Parker really just a CEO of an entertainment company? Are you sure he doesn't own a cash printer?"
Emily was frying eggs. "What's wrong?"
"He said he'd pay me ten thousand every day to take you to the hospital to deliver meals to your father. Ten thousand a day!" Olivia pouted. "He'd be better off buying a nanny car and hiring a driver, nanny, and bodyguard. Their salaries combined wouldn't even reach ten thousand a day."
Emily just laughed when she heard it. "I mentioned to him last time that you were
