Facing her father's outburst, Samantha tried her best to remain calm.
"Uh, Dad, about that… I actually wanted to talk to you, heart to heart, will you listen?"
Mr. White suddenly had a bad feeling. What his wife told him wouldn't happen to really be true, right?
Even if he could still deny it when it came from Mrs. White, Samantha's words would really be undeniable, because unlike the two of them, she was close enough to Emilia to be able to know these things for sure.
Unfortunately, when he listened to his eldest daughter's words, the truth of the matter turned out to be much, much worse than he could have ever imagined.
"What?! Is this a joke?! I'll kill that bastard!"
Samantha looked a little embarrassed. "Don't be so angry, Dad, Randy and Emilia just wanted to experiment a little—"
"What experiment?! I can't believe you could be so gullible, Samantha! Not to mention preventing your little sister from making a mistake, you even allowed yourself to get involved too? Ridiculous!"
Having never been scolded like this by her father, Samantha's eyes couldn't help but get a little red.
Although she knew it was all an act, when she thought about how her father had more or less set the whole situation up, and the story Emilia had made up actually wasn't 'impossible', though a little absurd, she couldn't help but feel a little angry.
But thinking about her next 'confession', she didn't dare to express any anger at all. In fact, she would be happy enough if her father didn't start administering corporal punishment on the spot, once he heard about it.
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Emilia had of course bolted from her mansion right after making sure that Samantha agreed. As for the 'price', well, she didn't care at all. Even if Cynthia kept throwing a tantrum in her mind about how absolutely absurd it was, she felt that it wasn't such a big deal.
Compared to the day when Amos had been 'arrested', the security of the place was of course much tighter. This wasn't just because Emilia worried about similar situations happening again, but she also feared the possibility of retaliation from the hero's side.
These people were all personally hand-picked by Noelle, and were on a completely different level compared to anything Mrs. Brown could have arranged. Although Emilia still felt they were a little lacking when compared to the ash skinned man who had been with Amos that day, her enemies shouldn't have too many people like him either.
She was a little disappointed to see that this was the 'best' manpower that the White Deer could spare. Unfortunately, the only 'reliable' fighter capable of beating that man would be Dixie's grandfather, and she couldn't really order the man around, could she?
Even if Amos himself didn't do anything, the Black Tiger Corporation wasn't completely his to control. Without taking proper measures, Emilia definitely wouldn't be able to rest well.
"This will have to do, for now."
When she got out of her car in front of Crystal's restaurant, the guards of course recognized her and let her in, though she still had to knock on the second floor door to Crystal's 'home'.
As a shocked Crystal stared at her blankly after opening the door, Emilia smiled as she let herself in, unabashed.
Now that she was here in person, she actually felt a lot more relaxed. Compared to relying on 'hired hands', having the heroine within her line of sight was definitely a much better reassurance of her 'safety'.
She had been a little worried about making the heroine uncomfortable, or disturbing her grades by being 'too close', but given that the girl was already so disturbed and clearly messing up, she couldn't possibly make things worse. In that case, wasn't it alright to just do whatever she wanted?
The blonde girl finally regained her wits as she pointed at Emilia in shock. "W-Why are you here, Emilia?"
Ever since her 'make over' during Bianca's party that day, Emilia had slightly changed her shapeshift further away from Danielle, and a little closer to her real self. Her previously straight, chestnut brown hair was currently slightly curly, and had been 'dyed' reddish brown since that day.
Crystal thought that, compared to the first day when she thought she had seen an innocent angel, Emilia looked incredibly similar to what a succubus should look like in the heroine's mind.
Emilia's smile was slightly teasing as she observed all of Crystal's expressions and reactions closely. "Why, am I not welcome?"
The blonde couldn't help but sputter. "I-It's not that, it's just… why so late at night?"
"Because I want to stay over?"
"Huh, why?"
Emilia had of course made up a 'valid' excuse on the way over, and decided to put this pot on Randy's head as well. Anyway, she was sure that 'big brother' would cooperate with her and be a good wingman.
She pretended to look slightly awkward as she cleared her throat. "W-Well, my father is back home today, and, you know, he thinks it's not right that my fiancé and I are sleeping separately, so—"
With her observation skills, how could Crystal miss the 'fakeness' of her 'awkward' look? However, when she heard what Emilia said, Crystal's mind couldn't help but be overwhelmed with rage.
Even Emilia's awkwardness was explained in her mind, as she thought about it. This girl was just shy, and pretending to be awkward! If she truly turned her down today, she was probably going to go right back to that boy and really do it!
How could Crystal allow that?
Even if Emilia wanted to sleep with that bastard, she couldn't be the one to 'push her' into it, right?
Moreover, for Emilia to come to her place at night, with a bag, asking her if she could stay over…
"Y-You realize that there are only two beds at my house…?"
Given that the girl could have gone to any of her other friends' houses, such as Dixie, Koko, or anyone else, really, Crystal couldn't help but entertain a few wild thoughts.
The fact that the first person she ran to subconsciously was none other than herself… that had to mean something, right?