Quentin had no choice. He bent down, preparing to give Alana CPR.

Before he could do so, Alana drew in a deep gulp of air and wheezed, “I…I’m much better now.”

Quentin straightened up, feeling considerably relieved; however, he could not help being somewhat disappointed as well.

Alana took another few labored breaths, then gave Abel her most pitiful look.

Abel deliberately averted his gaze and refused to look at her. Instead, he told Quentin, “Take her back to the hospital, Dr. Anderson. Make sure nothing happens to her.”

“Abel…” Alana protested, pouting

all teary-eyed like a spoiled child.

“I’ll visit you later.” Abel gestured impatiently and turned away.

“Let’s go, Ms. Lane,” Dr. Anderson murmured, wheeling her downstairs.

“All of you, leave now,” Abel ordered. “Everything’s fine here.”

Luca hurriedly ushered everyone out of the room like a mother hen herding a disobedient brood.

Abel stopped him at the door before he left as well. “Luca, give the children breakfast, then send them to kindergarten.”

“Yes, Mr. Abel. I’ll do that.”

the door firmly in

face.

the moment everyone invaded the room. “Oh shit, oh shit, how the hell am I

haven’t done anything we shouldn’t,” Abel said placatingly. “There’s no need to fear

explain the entire mess to them and tell them nothing happened between us. Who’s going to believe you?” Emmeline shot

had to admit she had a point.

doing anything about it, they

that moment, Emmeline’s

as if he had just bitten down on a lemon.

screen, the name on the

set?” Abel blinked. “What

the phone to answer

“Yes, Mr. Faughn?”

“Everyone’s here on set except for you.

yes, everything’s okay. I haven’t forgotten about the stunt job, Mr.

get here as soon as you can; everyone’s

she turned, Abel leaned over and stared at her full in

her so much that she pulled the

involuntarily. “What are you doing? Why are you giving me

your mind, taking a stunt

right back at Abel, bereft of speech for a good few seconds before she pulled herself together enough to retort, “That’s right, being poor has definitely stunted my brain. The coffee shop

reached for his wallet, then pulled out a bank card. “Is ten million

more.

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