Winner

She had been missing the target the whole time, but now she had hit the jackpot?

Some people didn't take Emma seriously when they thought she had lost, and now they instinctively think she must have cheated.

Emma remained calm and without hesitation, she shot another arrow with her backhand!

Another bullseye!

Then she shot the remaining three arrows in quick succession, all hitting the bullseye without exception.

Fifty points!

Emma won!

David was dumbfounded!

It wasn't until this moment that everyone watching realized that Emma had such precise archery skills, so why did she intentionally miss those first five arrows?

It was for the purpose of using the strength of five arrows to instantly defeat David's ten arrows!

It was a crushing victory!

It was also a contemptuous disregard for David as an opponent!

But just then, someone shouted, "Someone bet a million on Emma!"

With that one sentence, everyone was stunned.

This meant that all the tens of thousands of dollars they had bet were now gone because they had bet on the wrong person!

But the show wasn't over yet.

As Emma left the stage, she glanced at David and said with a smirk, "Jump, and show the audience your eye-catching figure."

Was it too late for David to back out now?

David had originally planned to make a run for it, but someone pushed him onto the stage, and the people around him immediately shouted, "Jump! Jump! Jump!"

"Can't you handle losing?"

After being criticized, David blushed and started jumping up and down, twisting and turning while taking off his clothes. It was an extremely awkward sight.

Emma wasn't interested in watching anymore, so she quietly left the dark room. She was about to call a taxi to go home when she ran into William and Isabella, who was clinging to him like a helpless bird.

"Sister, are you okay? Brother William and I were just about to come in and check on you. We were afraid you were being bullied," Isabella said, with a deliberate tone of arrogance and provocation.

Emma found it ridiculous and was about to leave, but Isabella grabbed her arm with such force that her sharp nails dug into Emma's flesh.

"Get off me!" Emma pushed Isabella away, causing her to scream and fall to the ground as if she had been pushed.

William quickly helped Isabella up and angrily accused Emma, "Your sister asked me to come and check on you so you wouldn't be bullied, and this is how you repay her?"

Emma sneered, "You want to come and take a look? Who do you think you are? The whole world has to make way for you? What are you worth?"

Emma didn't even need to catch her breath when she was attacking William, leaving him speechless.

The Taylor Family was a well-known and respected family in the city. Who didn't call him Young Master Taylor on a regular basis?

But Emma didn't give him any face today!

"You..."

He pointed at Emma, but was so angry that he couldn't say a word.

Emma raised her chin and leaned in, "What, Young Master Taylor, do you want to hit me?"

In just a few words, William had already made Emma so angry that she wanted to explode. If it weren't for her remaining rationality, she would have kicked this dog's head.

The atmosphere was tense for a moment.

Isabella sneered inwardly, but on the surface, she pulled William's arm with a crying voice, "Brother William, it's all my fault. Don't be angry with my sister. She's just angry. Don't take it to heart..."

There is a kind of mediation called adding fuel to the fire.

For example, Isabella right now.

The more she appeared gentle and understanding, the more vicious Emma seemed.

"We're leaving!" William was furious, holding Isabella's hand and preparing to go, even though Emma was his supposed fiancee.

A clap of thunder echoed through the sky, and the rain of summer poured down.

There was no shelter at the entrance of the dark field, not even a place to avoid the rain.

Isabella had already gotten into William's car, feeling pleased with herself, but she still opened the window and shouted, "Sister, get in the car too, don't get soaked in the rain again!"

What a condescending tone.

Emma was about to speak when she suddenly felt a jolt on her waist. She looked up in surprise and was caught off guard by a devilishly handsome face.

Before Emma's eyes stood Elijah, who appeared like a godly figure. He held an umbrella in his well-defined hands, with the umbrella tilted, while his other hand intimately held Emma's waist, protecting her completely.

The black car belonging exclusively to the Johnson Family came speeding towards them and arrogantly parked at the entrance of the dark field.

Seeing that Emma had not yet come back to her senses, Elijah lightly chuckled and patted her waist, "Get in the car."

His magnetic voice was truly pleasant to the ear.

Without hesitation, Emma got into the Johnson Family's car.

Isabella, who had just been showing off, suddenly changed her expression.

Who was that man just now?

Elijah!

The most powerful man in the entire city!

When did Emma become associated with the Johnson Family?

Moreover...

Elijah was William's uncle in name!

Thinking of this, she turned to look at William's expression.

"Brother William..."

"I'll take you back," William said coldly, revealing his pent-up anger, which was partly due to Emma's scolding him just now, and partly due to his fiancee's shameless behavior that made him furious!

Isabella gritted her teeth, thinking of the handsome immortal face she had just glimpsed, and suddenly William by her side didn't seem so attractive anymore.

The two of them had different thoughts in their minds.

Emma, who was in the other car, was filled with regret.

Impulse was the devil, why did she get into Elijah's car with just a moment's thought?

The two of them sat in the back seat and didn't speak a word all the way.

Finally, Emma cleared her throat and said, "Um, Uncle Johnson, how's your injury?"

This "Uncle Johnson" made Elijah's mouth twitch.

Oliver, who was driving in front, heard the name and burst out laughing.

He immediately shut up and pretended to be serious when Elijah shot him a sharp glance.

"Do I look that old?"

Elijah gritted his teeth and looked at Emma.

Emma shook her head vigorously.

This "Uncle Johnson" wasn't because of age, but because of seniority.

Elijah was the youngest son of the Johnson family patriarch, and although he was only seven years older than Emma.

So she was right to call out like that.

But seeing the expression on the gentleman's face, Emma quickly changed the subject with her wit. "Um... thank you for helping me out and sending me home."

"No need to thank me," Elijah said with a smile that was not quite a smile. "Consider it repayment for your kindness in bandaging my wound."

Emma felt a little guilty when he brought that up. She wondered if he had seen the bow...

She sat there quietly, not daring to say anything else.

Just then, Oliver turned around and teased her with a smirk. "Little sister, you're the first girl to ride in the Warlord's private car. What do you think?"

Oliver's idea was simple: Elijah was an emotionally cold person who rarely showed interest in the opposite sex. So when he finally did, as his brother, Oliver had to help him out.

Emma was taken aback by the question and instinctively replied, "Oh, I'm honored."

Elijah: "..."

Oliver burst out laughing and pounded the steering wheel, ruining the mood once again.

Couldn't she have given a more exciting response?

While Oliver laughed to himself, Emma stared at his face in a daze.

She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she felt like she had seen him somewhere before.

Lost in thought, Emma was staring blankly.

Until Elijah approached her with a half-smile and asked, "Is it good?"

Emma suddenly snapped out of her trance and felt a bit embarrassed.

She realized that the big shot was standing very close to her, almost pushing her into the corner of the car.