Chapter_31
Chapter 31
“Yes, he was amazing,” Alana said, her voice filled with excitement. “I was completely drained; my body is sore all over from last night!”
“That’s fantastic!” Alondra replied cheerfully. “Now, the next step is to get pregnant. That will be your greatest guarantee.”
Alana smiled, her mind already racing. “Please, arrange everything for me immediately. Find someone young and handsome, just like Abel!”
“Of course,” Alondra replied. “The men from the Imperial Palace are quite the catch. Just thinking about them makes my mouth water!”
The Imperial Palace was known for its handsome staff, and Alondra couldn’t hide her appreciation for their looks.
“Let’s not get distracted,” Alana said, her voice growing more serious. “Let’s focus on getting rid of the last complication. Once I’ve secured my place, there will be no more uncertainty.”
Alondra nodded on the other end of the phone. “We need the money from the Ryker family first! There’s a fortune at stake!”
“Don’t mess this up,” Alana warned. “One wrong move and everything could fall apart.”
“You can count on me,” Alondra assured her, hanging up the phone.
Barely three minutes passed before Alondra called back, her tone urgent.
“Auntie Alondra, what’s wrong?” Alana asked, a bit nervous.
“Alana, our plan has gone wrong! The child was rescued by the police. The ransom is gone!”
Alana froze, shock spreading across her face. “What? Is that what happened? Did the kidnappers betray us?”
“No, they didn’t,” Alondra replied quickly. “I wouldn’t be able to reach them if they did. They managed to escape, and no one was left behind.”
“Then, it’s fine,” Alana said, trying to stay calm. “Don’t stay in contact with them any longer. Abel might discover what we’ve done if you keep communicating.”
“I understand. I’ll get rid of this phone,” Alondra replied, hanging up the call.
Meanwhile, Emmeline was on the phone with Benjamin, who had good news to share.
“Ms. Louise,” Benjamin said, his voice warm, “we provided Mr. Campbell with the lead, and they successfully rescued Timothy.”
“I knew I could rely on you,” Emmeline replied, her heart lifting at the news. “I’ll make sure to double your bonuses for this month.”
“Thank you, Ms. Louise. There’s more good news,” Benjamin added.
“What is it?” Emmeline asked, intrigued.
“You’ll find out when you get here!” Benjamin laughed, his tone teasing as he hung up the phone.
Emmeline raised an eyebrow, curious about what was waiting for her. She decided to go to the Adelmar building to see Benjamin. It wasn’t far from where she was, and the location was familiar to her since she’d bought the building near the Adelmar Group for convenience.
She headed to the public parking lot, then paused. Realizing she hadn’t used her new second-hand electric bicycle yet, she decided to ride it. Benjamin had always been reliable, and she appreciated his preparedness—he even had a helmet ready for her.
Dressed in comfortable gray sportswear and wearing the helmet, Emmeline hopped on the bike and made her way to the Adelmar Group. She parked the bicycle at Adelmar Square and walked toward the ninety-story building.
Upon entering the lobby, she was immediately stopped by a receptionist at the front desk. The woman looked her up and down, her tone dismissive. “What are you doing here?”
Emmeline blinked in surprise.
“Food delivery people aren’t allowed inside,” the receptionist snapped. “You’re dirtying the floor with your presence. Please leave.”
Confused, Emmeline glanced down at her reflection on the polished floor. She was dressed in athletic clothes and her helmet, which made her look like a delivery person. She hadn’t realized how much she stood out in this outfit.
The receptionist’s finger pointed at her in disdain. “Why are you even here? You’re causing a scene.”
Emmeline felt a slight smile tug at her lips. The floor’s reflection was an unexpected twist, and it amused her to see the receptionist’s rude behavior mirrored so clearly.
“Why are delivery people not allowed?” Emmeline asked, raising an eyebrow, but her voice was calm.
“Who are you looking for?” the receptionist sneered, her voice dripping with condescension. “I’ll make an announcement for you, but you should wait outside. You stink of sweat and will ruin the pristine lobby!”
Emmeline paused and sniffed herself. She didn’t smell bad at all—if anything, she had just come from riding her bike. She wore branded clothes, so she was far from the image the receptionist had painted.
“I’m here to meet Benjamin. Could you please ask him to meet me downstairs?” Emmeline replied, her voice composed.
The receptionist burst into laughter, mocking her.
