The tiles were wet!
And it seemed that the high heels Shannon gave her were not very slip-resistant!
In a split second, Ranita's fingers hit the wall heavily, stabilizing her body but twisting her ankle fiercely.
The piercing pain made Ranita break out in cold sweat.
"Ah! Ranita, are you okay?" Shannon was anxious and turned around in circles, but upon closer inspection, she had no intention of reaching out to help.
"Ranita, are you okay? Can you get up?" Shannon said with a distressed face. "It's not that I don't want to help you. We had a misunderstanding before. If you complain to Brendon about me, I won't be able to explain myself clearly! I... I..."
Shannon drooped her eyes and looked very aggrieved.
But Ranita clearly saw the smile at the corner of her mouth and the schadenfreude in her eyes. Of course, Ranita didn't expect Shannon to help herself either. She took a deep breath and slowly leaned against the wall after taking off her high heels on one foot.
"Thank you for your concern, Miss Murphy. I'm fine," said Ranita calmly. "Mr. Semeraro has gone back to rest and my work here is done as well so I'll take my leave now."
Fine!? Shannon couldn't believe it! How could there be nothing wrong when she almost fell down?
But Ranita was too calm; she didn't even furrowed her brows!
For a moment, Shannon couldn't tell if what she said was true or false.
"Although Mr. Semeraro has gone back to his hotel room, we still have dinner later," said Shannon eagerly. "If there's nothing wrong with your ankle, then we'll need you later."
"After all we've signed contracts!"
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