Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 102: The Man Damien Sterling Commanded

Chapter 102: The Man Damien Sterling Commanded

The driver was already waiting behind the car, "Miss Emma, would you like to get in?"

Emma Hart nodded, and the driver carefully opened the car door, waiting for her to enter.

The driver, one of the few Damien Sterling regularly used, was older than the others.

Most of Damien’s drivers were young men, except for this one.

Curiosity piqued, Emma asked, "You must be one of Mr. Sterling’s longtime drivers, aren’t you?"

The elderly man, upon hearing Emma’s comment, suddenly radiated confidence as if being a longtime driver for Mr. Sterling was a matter of pride.

"Not exactly. I was taken on by Mr. Sterling in an exceptional case. I only started working for Mr. Sterling when I was 45, and it’s been five years now."

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Emma clarified, "Sir, I meant no offense. I just noticed that all his other drivers are quite young, and you’re... just a bit older."

The old man’s eyes filled with gratitude as he looked ahead, reminiscing, "I remember five years ago, I was doing a run when I came across a young girl in a car accident."

"The ambulance hadn’t arrived yet, and many drivers were reluctant to help, fearing responsibility or not wanting their cars to get dirty. But I didn’t think twice; I put the girl in my car and headed to the nearest hospital."

"En route, in my haste, I rear-ended Mr. Sterling’s car. I explained the situation to Mr. Sterling’s assistant, and instead of blaming me, Mr. Sterling covered the medical expenses when the girl’s parents couldn’t be found..."

Hearing this, Emma had never imagined that Damien Sterling, whom she saw in such a negative light, could be regarded so highly by others. "What happened next?"

The elderly driver continued, "Back then, I was supporting my family by driving unofficially, and my own situation wasn’t great. Mr. Sterling took pity on me and took me in to drive for him."

He chuckled before going on, "You might not see me doing much daily, especially the long, tiring trips. Mr. Sterling has plenty of drivers for that, but he still pays me a generous salary each month."

"Holding that money, I often wonder what I did to deserve such kindness from a good man like Mr. Sterling."

Good man... Emma was sure she hadn’t misheard.

Damien Sterling, a good person in someone else’s eyes?

Yet, to her, he was nothing short of a villain.

The whole conversation seemed almost surreal to her.

Images of Damien suddenly filled her mind, making Emma wonder, could he really be as good as the old man described?

In a bustling downtown area, the beauty salon boasted an entrance that looked exceptionally inviting, with the words "Refined Beauty" prominently displayed, a promise of elegance and care.

Emma Hart, dressed simply, approached the salon unnoticed by the staff.

The employees, accustomed to seeing women hesitate and leave due to the high prices, paid her no mind, assuming she was just another curious passerby without the means to afford their services.

Under the indifferent gaze of a staff member, Emma made her way to the reception desk.

The employee, showing a hint of impatience, handed over a price list, "Our services start at a minimum charge of eight hundred and eighty dollars."

The staff member didn’t even glance at Emma while speaking, not bothering to engage further.

Emma wasn’t upset by the receptionist’s attitude; such situations no longer fazed her.

Pulling out a card Damien Sterling had given her before leaving, she politely introduced her purpose, "Hello, I’m here for the maternity treatment."

The staff member was taken aback, clearly not expecting Emma to possess the salon’s most prestigious and top-tier VIP platinum card.

This card, rare and exclusive, required a one-time recharge of a million dollars, not something just anyone could afford.

Surprised, the employee immediately checked with colleagues, flustered, "Quick, see if any customer has lost their platinum card."

"This card is..."

As the staff busied themselves, and the platinum card was taken for verification, Emma decided not to offer an explanation.

After a short wait, a staff member returned with a tablet, scrutinizing Emma before confirming to a colleague, "This card indeed belongs to this lady."

"What?" The receptionist, still in disbelief, snatched the tablet to confirm for herself.

After verifying, her attitude shifted dramatically, treating Emma with newfound warmth and respect, "Oh, Miss Emma, you’re one of our platinum cardholders. Was this card a gift?"

While flipping through the records and spotting "Damien Sterling’s" name, the employee’s eyes nearly popped out in shock, utterly astonished.

The change in demeanor quickly spread among the staff as they realized the truth.

Surrounded by staff, Emma was ushered with high regard, "Your maternity top-tier treatment is this way, please."

"We’ll immediately summon our salon’s top stylist for you."

In another room, a woman knocked and hurriedly said, "Quickly, go to Room 888."

The client on the beauty bed, annoyed by the disturbance, asked, "Why all the noise?"

The woman whispered to the salon’s most elite beautician, "A VIP client has arrived, necessitating your services."

The beautician glanced at the client, Sophia Greenwood, laid out before her, and casually remarked, "Who could be more important than Miss Greenwood here? She’s one of our platinum cardholders."

"It’s someone requested by Mr. Sterling."

"Mr. Sterling?" The beautician paused, casting an awkward glance at Sophia.

Sophia’s eyes snapped open, pivoting towards the conversation, "Damien Sterling?"

The staff member nodded, "Yes."

Hearing Damien’s name, Sophia sat up straight, inquiring, "Who did Damien Sterling send?"

"A Miss Hart."

"Emma Hart?"

Again, the staff member confirmed, "Yes."

Sophia scoffed, noting Damien’s generosity towards women, easily handing out a platinum card.

The beautician, caught in a dilemma, hesitated, knowing Sophia was a valued client but also aware that no one compared to Damien Sterling’s importance.

"Miss Greenwood..."

Sophia laid back down, "Continue with my treatment."

The beautician, clearly torn, struggled with the decision.

"Do you not understand what I’m saying?"

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