It was obvious Abel did not intend to pick her up at the door!
However, his car was already at the Lane residence, which was what Oscar wanted him to do.
Alana was furious. She was in a dilemma about whether to go downstairs by herself.
She thought for a moment before running to the stairs and pretending to land on the wrong side of her foot.
“Ouch! I sprained my ankle! It hurts!”
“Ms. Alana! What happened?” The servant came running toward her.
Alana rubbed her foot. “Go and tell Mr. Ryker that I sprained my ankle. Ask him to come and help me.”
The servant went out of the door to convey the message.
Abel frowned when he heard that. He said to the driver, “Go and carry Ms. Lane here.”
“What? Me?” The driver was shocked.
“I’m not doing it.” Abel narrowed his gaze.
“Yes, Mr. Ryker!” The driver stepped out of the car and followed the servant into the house.
Abel leaned on the car door and smirked.
A few minutes later, Alana was seen limping out of the house. The driver followed behind her. He shrugged when he saw Abel.
Through the window, Emmeline could tell there was nothing wrong with Alana’s foot.
She’s really convincing though. With such talent, she should’ve been an actress!
Alana was unhappy. When she saw Abel leaning against the car, a smile appeared on her face.
That man is too enchanting! Under the sunlight, he looks like a god!
Other people will be so envious when they see him standing next to me at the party!
As for Emmeline, she can die in a ditch for all I care. All she deserves is Adrien, that useless playboy!
“Mr. Ryker.” Alana lifted her gown and curtsied at Abel.
“Mm.” Abel nodded and opened the side passenger door for her.
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