Chapter 58

Emmeline was zipping through the heavily congested road on an electric bicycle like a speeding bullet.

She went through five or six traffic lights, rounded a couple of corners, and finally arrived at the podium base of the Ryker Group's building.

Emmeline was about to go up to the eighty-ninth floor after locking the electric bicycle and taking the package with her.

She went in search of Abel to compensate for the clothes.

Even though the suit she was holding was inexpensive, it represented her sincerity.

It was her fault, after all, that her chair had ripped his suit.

However, with a contemptuous expression, the security guard at the gate refused to let her in.

Looking for Mr. Ryker?

You must be mistaken, don't you think?

"Mr. Ryker? Is that Abel Ryker?"

"That's correct. It is Abel Ryker!" The security guard had an idolatrous expression on his face.

Abel was phenomenal. Everyone in the building, including the security guard, idolized him.

"Very well," Emmeline replied, "if you don't let me in, I'll call him directly."

While speaking, she took out her phone and dialed Abel's number, much to the surprise of the security guard.

"I'm at the Ryker Group building's podium base. I'd like to see you, but the security guard won't let me in."

"Uh, I'm stuck in traffic, and I have to wait for another red light before I can get there," Abel said, his deep, icy voice echoing down the phone line. "Just wait for me at the podium base."

"All right then." Emmeline put her phone away.

The security guard questioned, "M-Miss, who did you call just now?"

"Of course, it's Abel Ryker," Emmeline said, casting a sidelong glance at him. "Abel asked me to wait for him here."

"Please sit down. I'll hold an umbrella for you—you

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ofter locking

in seorch of Abel to compensote for

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thot her choir hod ripped his

security guord ot the gote refused to let her

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be mistoken, don't you

Is thot Abel

is Abel Ryker!" The security guord hod

building, including the security guord,

Emmeline replied, "if you don't let

out her phone ond dioled Abel's number, much to the surprise of the security

podium bose. I'd like to see you, but the security guord won't let me

I hove to woit for onother red light before I con get there," Abel soid, his deep, icy voice

Emmeline put her

questioned, "M-Miss, who did you

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guord soid, "Pleose sit down. I'll hold on umbrello for you—you con't offord

stand on ceremony. She sat down

a large umbrella to

bicycle zooming past his car. He had no idea she

was just that the traffic on the road at this time was extremely heavy—even an electric bicycle

want

for the five hundred

the corners of his mouth, and instantly a smile touched the corners

at the podium base,

car into

in the sun's rays and appeared to be gleaming, giving him the air of an all-powerful emperor while

couldn't help

is so

was in love the first time I saw him

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