Forgive Me Love

Miss Gates’s skill in acting.

Emilia was on tenterhooks when standing in front of Aston. Someone knocked on the door a while later, Aston’s magnetic voice rang out, “Come in.”

Emilia stared at the person who just came in with as much panic as her own. It was Martha, the interviewer she had met three months ago.

“Good day, Martha,” Emilia said, hiding the tension in her heart. She carefully peeked at Aston, who was leaning against the armchair, and then turned her eyes to the suddenly appeared Martha. Her heart was racing, not knowing what the mysterious man's intentions were.

“Good day, Mr. Hamilton,” Martha greeted, wearing a well-fitting white suit that did not diminish her charms but perfectly outlined her figure.

She was servile and submissive when facing Aston, saying, “How may I help you, sir?”

Martha's manner toward Aston was a little strange in Emilia’s eyes, as if Martha was Aston’s subordinate... The fact was that Aston really was Martha's big boss. Three years in prison had made Emilia isolated from the world, which had been turned upside down.

“Do you know her?” Aston raised his chin towards Emilia. Martha’s face paled a little, and she stole a glance at Emilia, who had greatly impressed her before.

Martha forced a smile. “Mr. Hamilton, did Emilia offend you? Please don't get mad at her; I will teach her a good lesson for this.”

Emilia knew that Martha was interceding for her. She had expected that Martha, who was known for her harshness, would fire her at once instead of speaking for her in front of Aston. She could not help but feel surprised and appreciative of Martha.

Martha glared at Emilia again. She risked helping her only because Emilia had been hard-working and obedient without causing any trouble. She wondered how the lowly Emilia had offended someone she shouldn’t offend the most.

Their interactions clearly caught Aston’s sharp black eyes.

Aston's dark eyes grew sullen at Martha. “Who was her interviewer?”

Martha turned pale with large beads of sweat flowing down her forehead.

“Hmmm?” He snorted, regarding Martha suspiciously.

“Me, it was me, Mr. Hamilton. I interviewed and hired her personally.” In fact, interviewing candidates was usually not her job. What was wrong with her that day? It had been two or three years since she had last interviewed applicants in person.

There must have been something wrong with her that night she hired her.

Martha was so regretful that she blamed herself now. With the manner of Mr. Hamilton toward Emilia, she must have pissed him off.

Since Martha had worked for Mr. Hamilton for years, she could tell he was taking this seriously and with anger.

“You hired her? As a cleaner?” Aston’s slender brow raised slightly while Martha’s face bathed in sweat out of fear. Her whole body was numb, yet she didn't dare to wipe off her sweat.

She told the truth carefully, “During the interview, based on Miss Gates’ performance, which was not up to any of the other positions at the Royal Club, not even fit to be an attendant...” Martha said awkwardly, “But Miss Gates herself offered to apply as a cleaner here.”

Martha raised her head suddenly and added, “Mr. Hamilton, Emilia has been working so hard and efficiently since she started working here.”

People with Martha’s status had long ignored the grassroots staff. But somehow, Martha had a special feeling for Emilia Gates.

She was living in a different world from this lowly and pitiful woman, but somehow she felt they had something in common that she couldn’t figure out, no matter how many times she thought about it.

After she blurted out what she said, Martha finally awoke in shock. She peeked at Aston nervously.

He was sitting on the brown armchair with his legs crossed. He was elegant as a gentleman. “Martha, she is now transferred to the Public Relations Department.”

Martha wondered if she had misheard him, so she stared at Aston in shock. “Pardon me? Mr. Hamilton? I didn’t quite catch what you said.” Public Relations Department? Emilia Gates? She must have misheard.

“I said, such a hard-working and efficient worker as Emilia Gates, she deserves a promotion.” Aston, who was in good shape, put his legs down before standing up and cast a cold look at the stunned Emilia.

He sneered disdainfully, “Martha, before you assign your subordinates a position, you should make certain of their abilities. You must know nothing of this Miss Gates’s skill in acting.”

Emilia stiffened at his words.

Suppressed anger seemed to be in his voice, “The public relations department needs someone like Miss Gates, who can take temporary setbacks. Kneeling and kowtowing are her good tricks, as well as the others, such as pleasing men.”

The atmosphere was cold as ice.

Emilia's deathly pale face did not even earn a bit of the man’s mercy. Aston was pleased by her look of despair. Can you still remain indifferent, Emilia Gates?

Aston couldn’t believe that such a proud person as Emilia would become an obedient wuss like this. He wondered if she indeed was as lowly and worthless as she pretended to be now.What Aston was doing now was intending to push Emilia to her limit. He was not yet aware of his innermost thoughts—that the Emilia he wanted was the one who once said, "I'll keep you at a distance once Mia becomes your girlfriend!" The last thing he wanted to see was Emilia being as lowly as a pitiful creature. What's more, he didn't realize the unacceptable fact behind his insults toward Emilia was that it was he who had made her this way!

Aston made all sorts of excuses to defend himself, claiming that she deserved his insults because she had murdered Mia Stone.

You can't wake a person who is pretending to be asleep; however, he would have to wake up one day.

Martha was finally certain that she had heard correctly this time—Mr. Hamilton had determined to transfer Emilia to the P.R. department.

In fact, the staff in the P.R. department were all escorts.

"Um..." Martha glanced at the pale Emilia. "Yes, sir." She judged from her years of experience that they had an unusual relationship.

This was the first time she had seen Mr. Hamilton deal with the promotion of grassroots employees. To put it plainly, the Royal Club was no more than one of Aston's trivial businesses, which he had never cared about.

"Emilia, follow me," Martha said in a formal manner. Emilia's face was as pale as a white sheet. Suddenly she raised her pitiful eyes at him and pleaded, "Please don't, I don't want it. The P.R. department..." Aston wanted to transfer her to the P.R. department?

No!