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.

Alana was surprised. Shouldn’t I be sitting in the back seat with him? Why am I seated next to the driver?

Alana stuck her head in curiously. She saw a beautiful woman sitting in the back seat.

“Emmeline! Why are you in Mr. Ryker’s car?” Alana blurted in surprise.

“Why not?” Emmeline replied with a smile. “Mr. Ryker was supposed to only pick me up!”

“But Grandfather…”

“If you’re not satisfied with this arrangement, you can call him to pick you up instead.”

“You!” Alana was about to blow her top.

Does Oscar even know who I am? If I called him, he’d know Adam was speaking on his behalf! But…

Alana smirked. Don’t think I can’t get Oscar on my side. Once I do, you’ll be history, Emmeline!

“I guess I’ll have to make do for now.”

Alana picked up her gown and sat in the front passenger seat. She turned her head around and smiled. “We’re relatives after all. I’m not going to argue about seats with you.”

“You should argue about the things that are important to you,” Emmeline said with a smile. “But I won’t yield that easily!”

Alana was at a loss for a reply. She stopped talking, and her thick makeup did not manage to conceal the displeasure on her face.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at Ryker Mansion, which was situated halfway up a hill.

That was Oscar Ryker’s residence. Security was tight.

From afar, one could see early-warning lights flashing under the gray sky.

Adam and a few others were standing in front of the sculpted bronze gates, welcoming the guests.

A silver Bentley parked next to Abel’s Rolls-Royce Ghost.

The back seat door opened, and a tall young man stepped out.

“Benjamin York?” Abel frowned. “Why is he here?”

Another man stepped out of the side passenger seat and stood next to Benjamin.

“Emma, that’s your brother,” Abel said.

“He’s the triplets’ uncle. It’s not surprising that Adelmar received the invitation too,” Emmeline said.

“I think Mr. York is making a big fuss over such a minor issue,” Alana said mockingly. “Don’t tell me he has a crush on you, Emmeline.”