Evil MC's NTR Harem-Chapter 368 Trust

Two days later, back in Parkland City, Ross's first stop was, of course, Emma.

He missed her—not because he had a habit of prioritizing the new and forgetting the old, but because his time with her had been much shorter compared to the others.

Unlike with Rose, Ross avoided teleporting back and forth, as Emma also lived in Parkland City.

Their proximity meant they would have countless opportunities to grow closer throughout the year.

"So, how was your trip back home? Did you have fun?" Emma asked as they strolled out of a high-class restaurant.

Her arms were wrapped snugly around Ross's right arm, leaving no doubt about the nature of their relationship to anyone who saw them.

"It was just as I expected. I spent time with my parents and even celebrated my birthday there. All in all, it was time well spent," Ross replied casually.

"Oh? Your birthday, huh?" Emma teased, her voice dripping with seductive charm.

"Hmm… I guess I'll have to give you a special birthday gift tonight."

Ross immediately caught the meaning behind her words.

"Hmm, I love the sound of that," he said with a grin, leaning over to plant a quick kiss on her cheek.

Her intoxicating scent lingered, and Ross felt an unmistakable rush of desire.

Without wasting another moment, the couple got into their car and drove straight to the nearest love hotel.

Unbeknownst to them, a man with a shocked expression had been watching from a distance, following their every move since they left the restaurant.

"That's Emma!" The observer muttered, his eyes narrowing as he recognized her.

He was a man who hadn't been around much, too preoccupied with business and women to think about his past connections.

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But seeing Emma in the flesh brought back memories he couldn't ignore especially after seeing how Emma has evolved into something even more beautiful today.

"Well, I guess she wouldn't stay single for long. She's gorgeous, I'll give her that," he mused with a sly grin.

Thoughts of rekindling their connection swirled in his mind, and soon, a plan began to form.

Over the next few days, he had her investigated, gathering every detail he could about her current life.

When the day finally came, he stood outside her house, his confidence unshaken.

"Ding!"

"Dong!"

The doorbell's chime echoed through Emma's home, and she practically skipped toward the door, her excitement palpable.

She wasn't expecting visitors, nor had she ordered anything, so this could only mean one thing: Ross had come to see her.

There was a spring in her step as she approached, her anticipation so high that she didn't bother to throw on anything more than the thin, lacy underwear she was already wearing.

Without hesitation, she opened the door, her face lighting up with a wide smile.

"Ross!" she exclaimed, but her expression froze the moment she saw who was standing there.

Her smile disappeared, replaced by pure shock and anger as she stared at the man she despised most in the world.

"Jack!" Emma's voice trembled as fear gripped her. She quickly tried to shut the door, but Jack blocked it with his foot and effortlessly forced his way inside.

"Ohoho, what a sight," Jack sneered, his eyes roving over her scantily clad figure.

"Looks like you're already begging to be fucked. Were you expecting that boy of yours to come and take care of you today? Too bad. It's just me, Emma. Me again." His laughter was cruel, echoing through the room as he advanced toward her.

"Fuck you, Jack! Stay away from me!" Emma shouted, grabbing a pillow from the sofa to cover herself.

"I'm calling the police. This time, you're going to prison, and they'll lock you up for good!"

Her words were fueled by anger and hatred. Jack was more than just an ex—he was the father of her daughter, Erica.

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Later, Emma discovered that Jack had pulled the same stunt with at least three other women.

Her hatred for him burned hotter than anything else in her life.

"Go ahead," Jack said with a smirk. "Call them. I'll make sure they hear how you moan while I fuck you." His greedy eyes scanned her body, and he licked his lips.

She had aged like fine wine, and it infuriated him to see how stunning she still looked.

"You're even more beautiful now than you were five years ago," Jack remarked, his tone almost mocking. "I don't know how that's possible, but it's true."

He took a slow, deliberate step toward her, his intentions clear in his lecherous gaze.

Emma backed away, clutching the pillow tightly, her mind racing for a way to escape the nightmare unfolding before her.

Jack reached Emma just as she stood frozen in shock, her wide eyes locked on his advancing figure.

His hands clamped down on her shoulders, but before he could say or do anything more, her expression abruptly shifted.

"Ross!" Emma's voice filled the room, her face lighting up with unexpected joy.

Jack barely had a moment to register her words before he felt something hard slam into the side of his head.

"Bang!"

Ross delivered an open-handed slap with such force that Jack's consciousness was instantly snuffed out.

Thud!

Jack crumpled to the floor, his head hitting the ground with an additional dull thud. He lay motionless, utterly out cold.

"Ross! Thank God you came!" Emma cried, rushing into Ross's arms.

She clung to him tightly, sobbing into his chest as the adrenaline and fear finally broke her composure.

"I'm here," Ross said, his voice steady and reassuring. He wrapped his arms protectively around her, holding her trembling form close.

"You don't have to worry about this animal anymore. I'll take care of him."

His gaze shifted to Jack's unconscious body, his calm tone betraying the storm of fury raging in his heart.

Ross knew one thing for certain: when Jack woke up, his world would be filled with pain and regret.