Chapter 179 No Funny Business

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Matteo couldn't help but enjoy the surprise on Emily's face when she found out where he lived. He was amused by his own reaction, unsure why he felt so compelled to impress this captivating woman. He had even left his date alone in the hotel—the hot girl he had planned to have a wild night with—just to be with Emily, knowing full well she wouldn't fall for his charm or jump into bed with him at the first chance. Yet here he was, ready to offer his help. As he noticed the blend of shock and horror on Emily's face, instinctively, his gaze followed hers to see what had caused it. He saw one of his previous secretaries sprawled out on the sofa. She didn't have a single piece of clothing on. "Fuck!" he cursed in frustration, frowning with embarrassment. "Emily, I can explain," he tried, but she didn't give him a chance. Hurt and anger were written all over her face as she bolted toward the elevator, leaving him in the mess he'd created. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Matteo growled in fury. The naked woman trembled in fear. Matteo made a mental note never to bring clingy girls into his home again. Hotels were a safer option. She must have gotten access because she had been here the last time. "I... I thought... you'd want to have some fun tonight," the girl stammered, looking extremely terrified. "I don't want to see your face again. Don't you get it?" he snapped, teeth clenched. "Wait, how the fuck did you even get inside my house?" His eyes narrowed, glaring at her suspiciously. "I... I told your security guard I'm your girlfriend, and he let me in," she muttered, her voice shaking. Damn it. He needed to fire that guard too. But it was his fault. He had brought her over so many times, letting her spend the night. After seeing how close they'd been, the guard probably believed her. "I missed you," she pouted, slowly getting up from the sofa and walking toward him like a model on the runway, every step deliberate and seductive. Matteo swallowed at the sight, feeling the temptation creep in. But then Emily's hurt face flashed in his mind, and he pushed it away. There was no way he was giving in to this naked woman. "Just get the fuck out of my house and never show your face again!" he yelled, fury dripping from his voice. The girl stumbled, taking a quick step back. She hurriedly started picking up her clothes, but Matteo didn't stick around. His mind was only on Emily. He shot a quick text to his bodyguard to make sure the woman left his house, then rushed to find Emily. But she was nowhere to be found in the elevator lobby—she had already taken the elevator down, trying to leave the building. Matteo jabbed the call button, waiting impatiently for the elevator. As soon as the doors slid open, he stepped in and pressed the button for the ground floor. When the elevator reached its destination, he darted out as soon as the doors opened. He just stopped enough to turn to the security guards and demanded, "Where did the woman who came with me go?" "Sir, she just left," the guard said urgently. "Oh shit," Matteo mumbled, and took off running. Emily was furious and hurt. That perverted attorney had taken her to his place when he already had plans for the night, and the naked woman in his apartment was proof of it. She made a mental note to keep things strictly professional from now on. She needed his help, but she would never go anywhere with him again. He was completely untrustworthy. She was storming out, lost in her thoughts and frustration when she suddenly heard a voice from behind, "EMILY!" She turned and saw Matteo running toward her, shouting her name and waving his hand for her to stop. She glared at him with disgust, huffed, and turned back around, determined to walk away without giving him another second of her time. "Emily, wait!" he pleaded again, and within seconds, Matteo was right behind her, grabbing her elbow to stop her. "Don't touch me!" she snapped, yanking her arm away from him. Matteo, panting from running and shouting after her, raised his hands and bowed his head slightly. "Okay, I'm sorry," he said firmly. "But please, give me a chance to explain." "What is there to explain when you've already humiliated me like this?" she shot back, her voice rising with frustration as she flung her hands to her sides. "You had a hot night planned," she mocked, her expression turning bitter. "Why didn't you just invite me to your place?" she asked, her tone dripping with accusation. "I didn't know she'd be there, I swear. Please, believe me," Matteo replied desperately. Emily snorted, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, right." "Yes, I'm telling you the truth. I've chased her away, and she won't be bothering us anymore," Matteo explained. "There is no us!" Emily snapped. Matteo sighed, nodding in defeat. "I apologize for all of this. Will you please come back to my place so we can discuss your case?" he asked, looking at her with hope in his eyes, nervously biting his lip. Emily softened at the mention of her case. She was desperate to win against Tomas, and she needed Matteo's help for that. "Alright," she said, swallowing her pride and keeping aside their differences. "But no funny business," she added, narrowing her eyes in warning. A small smile crept onto Matteo's face, one he tried hard to hide. "Okay, as long as you can keep your hands to yourself."

Chapter 179 No Funny Business

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