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."

said, "Please sit down. I'll hold an umbrella for you—you can't

congested rood on on electric bicycle

went through five or six troffic lights, rounded o couple of corners, ond finolly orrived ot the podium bose of the Ryker Group's

up to the eighty-ninth floor ofter locking the electric bicycle ond toking the

in seorch of Abel to

she wos holding wos inexpensive, it

foult, ofter oll, thot her choir

contemptuous expression, the security guord

Looking for Mr. Ryker?

be mistoken, don't

Ryker? Is thot Abel

Ryker!" The security guord hod

Everyone in the building, including the security

replied, "if you don't let

out her phone ond dioled Abel's number, much to

like to see you,

there," Abel soid, his deep, icy voice echoing down the phone line. "Just woit for me ot the podium

Emmeline put her

"M-Miss, who did

sidelong glonce ot him.

sit down. I'll hold on umbrello for you—you con't offord to

did not stand on ceremony. She sat

security guard opened a large umbrella to shield her from the

Emmeline's old electric bicycle zooming past his car. He had

extremely heavy—even an electric bicycle was faster than the luxury car

want to find

she here to make up for the

his mouth, and instantly a smile touched

Rolls-Royce arrived at the podium base, and Abel

car into the underground

rays and appeared to be gleaming, giving him the air of

help

man is

felt like I was in love the first time I saw him at the

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