I Became His Sweetheart

Chapter 327 She Is Not Emme

The policemen left with the two perfume bottles and the vertication caniates. Some reporters continued aiming their cameras at Melanie, while some others surrounded John and bombarded him with direct and Incisive questions.

Melanie said. “The focus of today’s event is the perfume launched by Jones Enterprise. | trust everyone is here for it. Now that we're over and done with that little interlude, let’s for our focus back on the exhibition itself.”

She extricated herself from the circle of reporters, not forgetting to say to John before leaving. “President White, if you want to increase your own public exposure, please pick another event to do so. | give you five minutes. If you don’t leave, I’ll have security send you out.”

John turned red with embarrassment. Why would he not want to leave?NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

He didn’t want to stay either, but the reporters were all surrounding him. If he fled with his tail between his legs, his reputation would go down the drain for sure.

Melanie headed backstage to answer all the questions that the reporters had for her. After she returned to the exhibition hall and walked around, she couldn’t find Elder Gibson anywhere.

She texted his assistant to ask if he had left.

The assistant replied, “Elder Gibson has been staring at the photo of the perfume that he concocted using emerald vine since he left the exhibition. What's going on?”

Melanie told the assistant about the man staring at the backdrop photo in a daze just now.

The assistant sighed. “Out of everyone | know, Elder Gibson is one of the most devoted lovers I’ve ever seen. He'll probably lock himself up in his perfume blending room once he goes back, neither eating nor drinking.”

“Tl find time to call him,” Melanie said.

“You're probably the only one who can coax him,” the assistant said, relieved.

At Garden Cress Villa in Willowfort, servants stood at the entrance looking troubled.

“Sir, Old Madam is kicking up a fuss, demanding to see Emma... We're at our wits end, and have no choice but to call you...”

Nathan strode into the room, and saw the mess on the ground. However, everything had rounded edges and was soft in texture. Even if someone were to fall on them, he wouldn’t get hurt.

“Mom, I’m back,” Nathan said as he held the old lady’s hand, his heart breaking.

“Nat, youre finally back. They... They all don’t believe that | saw Emm, but I’m sure you believe me, right? Quick, go find Emm and bring her back! | miss her! | want to see her!”

The old lady grabbed Nathan's hand as if he were her sole lifeline. +15 BONUS “Mom Emm.....

“I'll give you her phone number. | have it memorized clearly. | won’t make any mistakes. Call her and tell her to come home. I'll bake her favorite cookies for her.”

The old woman gave Nathan no chance to speak as she rattled off a series of numbers.

Nathan was trying to make up an excuse to tell his mother that Emma wasn’t at home. Suddenly, his brows furrowed at the number his mother was reciting. Why did that phone number sound so familiar?”

“Mom, recite the phone number once more.”

Nathan pulled out his phone and keyed in the numbers that his mother recited. His records showed a matching number.

It was under “Melanie Jones.”

Nathan subconsciously clenched his fists as his whole body tensed up. “Mom, when did you see her?”

“Just a few days ago! | was at a traffic junction, and my dog ran away. | fell, and Emm brought me to the police station,” Nathan’s adoptive mother said anxiously. “She said she had to leave, but gave me her phone number.

She said | could find her with this number!” Emotions roiled in Nathan’s eyes. His adoptive mother had been crying and demanding to see Emma over the

past few days, insisting on making a call. Everyone thought she was having another one of her episodes, yet it

turned out to be true. “Alright, Mom. Don’t panic. I'll call her and tell her to come home.”

Nathan comforted his mother, and signaled for the servants to bring up the food. “But first, you must eat something. Otherwise, if Emma came back and saw that you’ve lost weight, she’ll worry.”

“Yes, yes, of course.”

Nathan's adoptive mother picked up her spoon, and started eating.

Nathan seized the chance to leave the room. His subordinate was waiting cautiously for him as Nathan handed him his phone.

“Pull out surveillance footage from the camera in front of the police station from a few days ago and take a good look at it. Was Melanie Jones the one who sent my mother to the police station?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Also, how is the training of the person | tasked you to bring up to speed going?” Displeasure was clearly brewing in Nathan's eyes.

“The disparity in the birth circumstances of that woman and that of Miss Emma is truly huge. | think...she needs a little more time,” the subordinate replied cautiously.

“Don’t make me wait too long!” Nathan said darkly, his brows tightly-knit.