ire fell to the ground as the paparazzi pushed forward, their cameras shing incessantly. She winced in pain from the impact.


    Adrian, who was beside her, shouted firmly at them, "Back off! Give her some space!"


    Two security guards from the restaurant quickly intervened, helping to create a barrier between ire, Adrian, and the aggressive photographers. They managed to push the paparazzi back, giving Adrian the chance to kneel beside ire. "ire, are you okay?" Adrian asked, concern etched on his face.


    ire nodded. "I''m fine. Let''s just get out of here."


    ire tried to stand but stumbled, clearly in pain. Adrian didn''t waste any time. He picked her up bridal style and carried her to her car. The driver, sensing the urgency, swiftly opened the door for them. Once they were both inside, the driver quickly drove away from the chaotic scene.


    Adrian looked at ire, his worry deepening. "Are you hurt?"


    ire shook her head, trying to downy the situation. "I''m fine, Adrian. Just a little shaken."


    But when Adrian gently touched her foot, ire winced in pain, unable to hide it.


    "ire, you sprained your ankle," Adrian said, his tone serious. "You need to go to the hospital and get it checked out."


    ire shook her head again, more firmly this time. "No, I don''t want to go to the hospital. I''m fine. I just need to rest, put some ice on it, and it''ll be back to normal by tomorrow."


    Adrian frowned, clearly not convinced. "ire, you can''t just ignore this. What if it''s more serious than you think? You need proper medical attention."


    ire met his gaze with a determined look. "Adrian, I know my body. It''s just a sprain. Hospitals are a hassle, and I really don''t want to deal with it right now."


    Adrian sighed, clearly frustrated but trying to stay calm. "ire, I''m worried about you. What if it''s more serious than it looks? We should at least get it checked out."


    ire shook her head again. "I''ve had sprains before, Adrian. I know how to handle it. Please, just trust me on this."


    "You need to go to the hospital and get it treated. It can get worse if you don''t."


    ire frowned, her voice firm as she replied, "I don''t want to, Adrian."


    But Adrian didn''t seem to hear her. He turned to the driver and said, "Take us to the hospital."


    ire quickly interjected, "No, just head home."


    Adrian repeated, "Hospital, now."Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    "No, take me back to my penthouse. I''m your boss."


    The driver nced nervously between them, unsure whom to follow.


    Adrian then turned back to ire, his expression serious. "If you don''t go to the hospital, ire, I will start asking about your past."


    ire''s frown deepened, and she crossed her arms over her chest. "You wouldn''t dare."


    Adrian''s expression softened into a cheeky smile. "Oh, I dare."


    ire sighed and leaned her head back against the seat. "Fine," she muttered. "Let''s go to the hospital."


    The driver, relieved to have a clear direction, started heading towards the hospital. The car ride was tense, with silence hanging heavily between them.


    After a few minutes, ire broke the silence. "You know, Adrian, I didn''t know you can be really stubborn."


    They arrived at the hospital and ire looked out of her car window.


    ire doesn''t have any dislike on hospital in particr however she just doesn''t like the hospital scent and it also remind her of the day when she woke up at the hospital with amnesia. He chuckled besides ire. "I could say the same thing to you too, ire. Noe on, we have arrived at our destination."


    ire rolled her eyes. "Of course we are."


    Gretta satfortably in her


    mansion, sipping her tea while watching TV Suddenly, a gossip news segment about ire


    het


    Peterson and Adrian Saint Laurent appeared on the screen. It showed a video of ire and Adrian at a restaurant. As they exited the ce, ire stumbled and fell. Gretta burst outughing.


    "How embarrassing," she muttered to herself, her eyes gleaming with delight. "If I were ire, I''d never show my face in public again."


    She sipped her tea, feeling a wave of


    satisfaction wash over her. Seeing ire in such an awkward situation made her day. For the past few days, ire had been the target of various rumors and scandals, and though none of them originated from Gretta, she was pleased to see someone else disliked Cfaire as


    much as she did.


    "And she...is a part of London High Socialite? Gag me." Gretta snorted as she watched the news.


    "I still don''t believe ire is a part of London High Socialite. I''m sure she paid her way in. London High Socialite is all about ss, but she have none."


    She reached for her phone from her purse and scrolled through her contacts until she found Lisa''s name. With a mischievous grin, she pressed the call button. After two beeps, Lisa answered. "Hello?" Lisa''s voice came through the line.


    "Lisa, have you seen the video of ire falling?" Gretta asked immediately, barely containing herughter.


    Lisa frowned on the other end. "No, I haven''t. What happened?"


    "You have to see it!" Gretta urged, a gleeful tone in her voice. "Check your social media right now."


    Lisa opened her social media and within seconds, she found the video. As she watched, she couldn''t help but burst outughing as well.


    "Oh my gosh, how graceful ire is," Lisa said sarcastically, stillughing. "She always has to make an entrance, doesn''t she?"


    Gretta giggled. "Absolutely. And speaking of ire, have you heard thetest news about her?"


    Lisa pretended to be clueless. "No, what is it?"


    "Well, rumor has it that ire got married to Alex in secret," Gretta said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.


    Lisa gasped dramatically, even though she was the one who leaked the information in the first ce. "No way! I can''t believe she kept that a secret"


    "I know right! People in London are in a buzz right now and probably not just London but whole world."


    "That is so embarrassing for ire. If I were here, I wouldn''t show my face in public anymore." Said Lisa.


    Gretta nodded agreeing with her. "My thoughts exactly."


    A maid entered the living room and announced, "Mrs. Robertson, the car is ready."


    The maid left the room, and Gretta turned her attention back to Lisa. "I will call you backter, Lisa. We have so much more to discuss."


    "Of course, Gretta. Talk to you soon." Lisa replied, still amused.


    Gretta ended the call as she put down her cup of tea and stood up. She walked towards the front door~~~ with a bright smile on her face. The maids around the house exchanged curious nces, wondering what had put Gretta in such a good mood.


    As Gretta stepped inside the car, she put on her shades and pulled out her phone. She eagerly scrolled through social media to see people''s reactions to ire''s fall. Comments and memes flooded her feed, all mocking ire''s mishap. "Is this the downfall of ire Peterson?" she muttered in satisfaction, her smile widening as she read the posts.