first and rushed to the back to help Carla out of the car.
At that moment, Harry appeared before them and greeted, "Welcome, Mr. Giblo!"
"Greetings, Mr. Giblo. I'm the young mistress of the Staytons, Lola…"
Before Lola could finish her sentence, her eyes widened in shock as Carla's gorgeous face appeared before her.
"C-Carla??"
"Lottie?" Harry said, also confused by her sudden appearance. "Why are you here?"
"Aunt Alia told me to come, " Carla answered, raising her hand.
Two medical assistants rushed forward to help her up while Naya pushed a wheelchair over.
"Since when did you get to ride in a Rolls-Royce Phantom?" Lola scoffed. "Did you rent the car and your maids?"
Naya glared at her in silence.
"Ma'am, this is indeed the Giblo family's Phantom, " Wenoma whispered. "The driver is one of Mr. Giblo's personal bodyguards. I've met him before!"
"How could this be?" Lola said, confused. "Why would the Giblo family chauffeur Carla to this party? It's not like she's important or anything…"
"Mrs. Stayton, " Naya said, unable to keep her cool any longer. "Miss Wigston is Mr. Giblo's esteemed guest…"
"It's alright, Dr. Langhan, " Carla said, cutting her off. "Thanks for sending me here. You can go home now."
"We'll be waiting for you in the carpark, " Naya said.
She figured that Carla did not want to drag her into her personal matters, so she got onto the car and told the driver to leave the scene.
"Wow, I wonder what you did to pique the fancy of Mr. Giblo?" Lola snickered. "Looks like you're a pretty talented wh_re!"
"Shut up!" Harry yelled.
"Hey! Why are you yelling at me?" Lola shrieked, her face beet red. "Did I say something wrong?"
"No one has the right to talk about Mr. Giblo like that!" Harry warned. "You're going to get us all into trouble!"
Lola fell silent upon hearing his words, visibly disturbed by them.
"I got injured during work hours, so my boss told assigned a private doctor to chauffeur me here. That's all, " Carla explained.
She did not want to associate herself with Zayn more than what was necessary, since it would do more harm than good in the long run.
She saw herself as an ordinary woman living an ordinary life, and sucking up to some rich man was the last thing on her mind.
Besides, Zayn Giblo was a pretty difficult person to deal with.
I'll suffer if I became a nuisance to him!
"I see…" Lola said, sighing in relief. "You're just riding on his coattails! How shameful!"
"Can't you shut up for a moment?" Harry bellowed.
"Why are you being so impatient with me?" Lola yelled, stomping her foot.
"Look who's here!" a voice rang all of a sudden. Carla turned around to see Alia walking over with the fakest smile she had ever seen. "You're still as beautiful as ever. Oh! What happened to you? Why are you in a wheelchair?"
"She's injured. Take her inside, " Harry said, gesturing to Wenoma, who rushed forwards and helped Carla push her wheelchair into the courtyard.
Lola pulled her mother to the side with a frown. "Mom! Why did you invite her of all people! You're just creating more trouble for me!"
"No, sweetie, I'm taking revenge for you!"
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