Chapter 82 Emma Campbell’s Trouble

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Chapter 82: Chapter 82 Emma Campbell’s TroubleGina Lopez had been quite busy these last few days, with James Brown running around with her as her dedicated driver. They rarely returned to the logistics department. However, James hadn’t seen Lucy Campbell since. When Gina was working, James knew that she had a good relationship with Lucy, who had agreed to invest in YODC City and had also reached some cooperative agreements with Gina. The main focus for Gina these days was shuttling between the branch office and the headquarters. With such an opportunity at the branch office, the headquarters naturally took it very seriously, and for them, it was like a pie falling from the sky. Searᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Yet, Gina was somewhat displeased because the people from the headquarters were clearly there to take credit. They interfered a lot, and if their interference had resulted in anything good, Gina might have accepted it, but from her perspective, they were only suggesting detrimental ideas and seeking benefits from Lucy. If things went poorly, and Lucy got upset, all could be lost. After several busy days, it was finally the weekend again, and James could relax for two days. His plan was to rest well, go out for some drinks, and hang out at bars. But plans change faster than they can be made, and Emma Campbell called, saying she wanted to come over. James thought about refusing, but hearing the tone in Emma’s voice, which seemed a bit suppressed, he gave her the address and let her come over. About an hour later, Emma arrived at James’ place, holding a bag of fruit, which James accepted with a smile saying, "You didn’t have to bring anything, just yourself!" Emma seemed quite normal at that moment, her cheeks blushing as she said, "It’s my first time at Big Brother Brown’s place, it would be rude not to bring a little something." "No worries about politeness, come in and have a seat." James ushered Emma inside and fetched a pair of slippers for her. After changing into the slippers, Emma began to look around James’ apartment, and James commented with a smile, "This place I rent is a bit small, isn’t it?" Emma gently nodded, saying, "I thought Big Brother Brown being a manager would have a bigger place." "My manager position is just temporary, actually, I’m just a regular employee earning just a little over three thousand a month." Facing James, Emma said, "I believe Big Brother Brown will definitely become a real manager in the future, then you’ll earn a lot of money." James laughed, saying, "You sure have confidence in me." "Of course, I do! Big Brother Brown is so capable, becoming a big manager or even a CEO in the future will be easy." James laughed heartily, "You little flatterer, now you’ve learned how to butter someone up." Emma suddenly became shy, "Not really, I just think Big Brother Brown is capable." After chatting casually for a bit, Emma stood up, "Big Brother Brown, let me help you clean up the room." James knew refusing would hurt Emma, so he said, "That would be a big help, thank you." "It’s no trouble at all, not at all." Emma immediately brightened, efficiently tidying up James’ place. These days, being busy meant that James hadn’t had time to properly tidy up his room, and it was somewhat messy. Emma cleaned vigorously, smiling as she washed clothes, including his shirt and the underwear he wore the previous night. Girls like Emma are one in a million. Beyond her beauty, it was her diligence that truly set her apart, outshining ninety-nine percent of other girls who are pampered and rarely do household chores, let alone as well as Emma. With her gentle, caring nature and beautiful face, she really was a rare find. Emma definitely was the kind of girl suitable for a wife, which James fully acknowledged and couldn’t deny. "Emma, I sensed something was wrong when you called earlier. Did something happen?" James asked from the bathroom doorway, looking at Emma as she hand-washed his clothes by the sink. Emma paused for a moment then shook her head, "It’s nothing major, just some friction with a roommate." "Friction with a roommate, did someone bully you?" James couldn’t imagine Emma getting into an argument; if there was friction, it must’ve been the others bullying her. "Not exactly bullying. My roommate likes a guy, and they are currently quite close, but he keeps... sneaking glances at me. Then my roommate gets angry and accuses me of... seducing her boyfriend." Emma stuttered slightly as she spoke. Though her words were few, James could tell the accusations must have been harsh, or else Emma, typically so gentle, would’ve let it go. James felt a pang of sympathy, "Emma, do you want me to stand up for you?" "Ah, no need, we are roommates after all. It’s just a little friction, she’ll understand eventually and won’t be mad anymore." James sighed. Emma was just too kind, but some people always took kindness for weakness, especially those who were full of themselves and egoistic. "Big Brother Brown, I’m not angry anymore," Emma Campbell turned her head to James Brown with a sweet smile, then said, "Big Brother Brown, help me find two clothes hangers please." James Brown found the clothes hangers, and Emma hung up all the washed clothes and cleaned up the bathroom thoroughly before coming out. "You must be tired, come have some fruit," James Brown offered Emma an apple. Emma took the apple and thanked him, her eyes brimming with a happy smile. She opened her mouth slightly and bit gently into the apple. James Brown felt somewhat uneasy meeting Emma’s gaze. The girl was so good-natured that being with her, he felt like he was desecrating her. "How has your father been doing lately?" Emma looked worried and replied, "My dad has been okay; he hasn’t gambled recently. But I feel that he’s suffering, trying to resist. I’m just afraid that he might not be able to hold out and might start gambling again someday." James Brown knew that for someone like Emma’s father, quitting gambling wasn’t something that could be achieved once or twice. Sooner or later, he would need to deal with him properly; otherwise, if her father relapsed, it would be bad enough that he harmed himself, but if he harmed Emma too, that would be truly regrettable. At that moment, Emma’s cheap cell phone rang. She took it out, glanced at the number, and her expression darkened. James Brown frowned and asked, "Whose call is it?" Emma bit her lip and responded, "It’s my roommate’s." "Then answer it. I want to see what she really wants," James Brown encouraged, patting Emma on the shoulder. Encouraged by James Brown, Emma pressed the answer button and brought the phone to her ear. "Emma Campbell, you slut, how dare you seduce my boyfriend? I’m not letting this go." As soon as the call connected, a sharp voice screeched from the phone, loud enough for James Brown to hear. Emma’s face turned pale, but she still spoke softly, "Emily Johnson, I really didn’t do it. I don’t even like him; he always comes to talk to me. I thought he was your boyfriend, so I spoke to him." "Don’t play the victim here. If you stayed away from him, would he still talk to you? Hmph, you act so disgustingly on purpose, just to seduce him. I’m right at the school entrance now; come here and explain yourself face to face, or don’t blame me for being rude." "I... I’m out right now," Emma glanced at James Brown. "I don’t care where you are. I’m giving you 20 minutes. If you don’t come, don’t think about staying in this dorm or having a good time at university. I, Emily Johnson, mean what I say." James Brown, genuinely angry, patted Emma’s shoulder and said, "Promise her." Emma bit her lip, nodded, and spoke into the phone, "Okay, I’ll come right over." After hanging up, tears began streaming down Emma’s face. She twisted her fingers in distress, her tears continuously falling onto her pants. James Brown put an arm around Emma’s shoulders, and she immediately buried her head in his chest and cried out loud. "Alright, stop crying. I’ll go with you. I want to see what that little brat can really do to you." Feeling James Brown’s anger, Emma felt both comforted and anxious. She quickly sat up and said nervously, "Big Brother Brown, please don’t hit her, no matter what. She’s still a girl, and I think... if we talk it out, everything will be fine." "Mm, I’m not one to hit people easily. Go wash your face; I’ll help you resolve this matter. No matter what, we can’t let you be bullied at school." Emma nodded, washed her face, and then left with James Brown. Emma’s school was quite far from where James Brown lived; even by taxi, it took over 20 minutes. James Brown believed Emma wouldn’t normally afford a taxi to come here. Near the school, Emma found Emily Johnson, who was a fairly attractive girl but seemed somewhat garish, with dyed yellow hair, a pointed chin, black-polished nails, and fashionable clothes that hardly seemed befitting of a student. Standing with Emily Johnson was another girl, smoking a cigarette and dressed in a leather outfit, giving off the vibe of a tough chick. Upon seeing Emma arrive with James Brown, the two girls exchanged glances. Clearly, the presence of an adult man was somewhat intimidating to them. But seeing James Brown dressed very ordinarily, Emily Johnson didn’t take him seriously and haughtily said to Emma, "Emma Campbell, look at you bringing someone over." The other tough chick sized up James Brown, scoffed dismissively. Emma said in a low voice, "Emily Johnson, I... I didn’t bring anyone over; he’s my... friend. I really didn’t mean to, I..."

Chapter 82 Emma Campbell’s Trouble

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