"How could you be like this? Emma, how could you degrade yourself like this? What's a Ferrari? If I wanted to, my father would have bought me dozens of Ferraris, why would you choose to be someone else's pet. You stay with me, and I will also take care of you!" He was almost in tears of anxiety.

"You are really no good," Julia suddenly appeared, covering half of the swollen face, dragging the boy away.

The teacher soon came, and Emma was absent-minded all afternoon. After class, she walked in the front. She knows the students' curiosity.

She still went late, and she saw Arthur was leisurely leaning next to the car smoking, and his side was standing the principal with a warily look.

"The principal?" Emma wiped her eyes hard, and when she saw clearly that it was really the principal, she subconsciously wanted to run away.

"Emma!" The principal stopped her.

"Headmaster, what do you want to see me about?" Emma scratched her hair and said with a leathery smile.

"Nothing, I encountered an acquaintance and he said he was here to pick you up, I was just curious to ask!" The principal replied.

"Well, the principal is good, lying without a draft," Arthur mockingly laughed at him.

The principal gave a dry laugh. He obviously recognized Arthur and came up to flatter him, but just before he said a word, Arthur laughed at him.

"Emma is a good student and we will protect her."The principal was bowing to Arthur.

"Well, the Hall family will also protect the principal well" Arthur's meaning was obvious beyond words.

"Thank you, thank you!" The principal was respectful and watched Arthur leave.

Emma sat back in the car in a bad mood.

Arthur also ignored her, he hated his father who let him cultivate feelings with this pretentious woman. He would rather go to the battlefield to bleed and train than stay with this disgusting woman.

However, Frank simply did not allow him to refute.

Arthur drove the car as fast as possible to vent his anger. The sports car performed excellent, and the sunroof was open. The cold wind whistled in and made Emma’s curly hair like a mess of grass.

"Could you drive a little slower?" Emma shouted at him.

"What? What did you say?" Arthur pretended not to hear and asked her loudly in return.

"I asked you if you could drive slower!" Emma raised her decibel.

"Let me drive faster?" Arthur laughed viciously.

"I told you to drive slower, are you deaf?" Emma stood up from her seat with a huff.

She grabbed the armrests and was barely blown away by the strong wind. She started vomiting drily and her stomach was uncomfortable. She shouted "I'm going to vomit, I'm going to vomit, you stop the car!"

Arthur did not want his back to become a garbage dump, so he decided to stop the car. The moment the car was stopped, Emma wretchedly rushed out, hiding on the side of the road vomiting. Until even the stomach water was vomited out, she felt comfortable a little.

Arthur stared at her coldly and thought he would show his father how he tortured this bitch.

"Why are you driving so fast?" Although already exhausted from throwing up, Emma was furious when she saw Arthur's evil smile again.

"I'm willing, who let you so delicate," Arthur said very impersonally.

"Very good!" Emma gave him a resentful look and sat down again inside the car, turning her back and not looking at him anymore.

He then drove her to the Hall family.

There was a blue BMW parked in the courtyard, and Arthur knew that the second brother Bryan Hall and third sister Rose Hall had returned.

The car just drove into the courtyard, and the naughty third sister Rose greeted out. She was shocked to see Emma out of the car. She took several steps backward before stabilizing her emotions and asked "You, who are you?"

Emma was livid and she had just opened her mouth to speak when she felt a spasm in her stomach, and she turned and ran with her hands covering her mouth.

"You stand still, where are you running to?" Rose was curious about Emma and ran after her.

Emma did not run a few steps before she could not control and vomited out. But she happened to vomit on Arthur over the body who was walking leisurely.

Arthur's face was covered with frost. He gritted his teeth in anger "Emma, you did it on purpose, didn't you?"

Emma shook her head in fear, covering her mouth, not daring to speak, and her little face turned pale with tears inside her eyes, a pitiful look like a wounded little animal, causing people heartache.

Unfortunately, Arthur was never to pity women other than Zoe! He viciously pushed Emma, and she took a few steps backward, almost losing control of her body, looking to stumble and fall to the ground, she resigned to close her eyes, but hit a warm embrace hug. A nice male voice came "Brother, when did you become so fierce? How could you be rude to a woman?"

Emma hid in his embrace, and raised her head to look at him. The wretchedness of her body nearly scared the man. He carefully measured her again, but finally found that, in addition to her big sparkling eyes, she was almost looked like a psychopath in front of him. The clothes on her body were untidy. She was wearing a small dress, but it had become crumpled from sitting in Arthur's car. With the shock and anger from the journey, she looked so uncomfortable that no one found her beauty and elegance.

"Brother? Where do you pick her up?" Bryan pursed his good-looking thin lips.

"A little beggar that no one wants," Arthur said in a good-natured way.

"You!" Emma bit her lips hard and her fists clenched. She desperately resisted the urge to punch Arthur in the face, standing there helplessly.

"What are you running for? Look at you, you're all dirty!" Rose caught up with her and tugged her arm.

Emma instinctively wanted to retreat, but looking at Rose's big harmless eyes, she finally let her tug her arm towards the inside of the big house.

Bryan had a handsome face with fine hair on the forehead. He looked at the back of Emma, and said, "this woman's body is quite good. She is not good at dressing herself. Where do you pick her up?"

"The father sent me to pick her up" Arthur's tone was not good.

"Is this the valuable guest that dad told us to come to our home today? Is the woman?" Bryan froze and jumped up as if someone had stepped on his tail.

"It's her," Arthur gritted his teeth.

"Oh, brother, you're so miserable," Bryan sympathetically went to pat Arthur's arm.

"Wait? What's that smell?" Bryan sniffed an extremely unpleasant sour smell from Arthur's body.