If Mark's aura was strong, Lana's was even mightier.
Even though she was merely standing motionlessly, she exuded a strong presence.
Mark felt Lana's gaze, and cold sweat perspired profusely on his forehead. At that moment, he was filled with dread.
Others might not know about Lana's true identity, but he knew it best.
She was none other than the heir of the Collins family.
At that moment, Mark's hatred for Donald brimmed. After all, Donald was the one who caused all this.
What right does this Donald have to make Lana treat me like this?
“Get out,” Lana stated lightly.
“Yes, Ms. Collins,” Mark replied respectfully with his head lowered.
Donald could clearly see the cold gleam flickering in Mark's eyes. When the latter's gaze swept past him, there was an apparent killing intent hidden within.
Donald sneered inwardly.
“I haven't thanked you for saving my life yesterday.” Lana did not even bother shooting a glance at Oliver and the others as she walked up to Donald and spoke gently.
Rafe stood right next to him with a bewildered expression.
He had never come into contact with a person of Lana's caliber. Though he would normally see them on television, that was the first time he actually saw them close up.
“It's fine.” Donald shook his head.
“Shall we go out and talk?” Lana suggested.
After hesitating for a moment, Donald nodded. “Okay.”
Lana smiled faintly at his reply and headed out first. She did not spare Oliver and the others a glance, which made Oliver feel
miserable.
I have worked so hard to position myself in a stylish posture. Why won't you spare me a glance?
The moment Lana appeared, Oliver had positioned himself in the coolest posture possible and put on his most handsome and warm smile. He thought it would be great to win Lana's favor.
Yet, Lana did not even spare him a glance.
The crowd heaved a sigh of relief after seeing Lana leave.
“Why is he acting all high and mighty?
Does he seriously think his life would change for the better after saving Lana's life?” Irene pursed his lips disdainfully.
“Come on, just let this go. You are about to become a famous celebrity soon,” Rebecca consoled while tugging her friend's hand.
As this topic was aroused, the crowd immediately gathered around and bombarded her with questions.
“Irene, are you really signing a contract with Donter Pictures?” one of the female classmates asked with an envious look on her face.
Smugness filled Irene's eyes as she replied, “That's right. Donter Pictures was established by the diva, Wynter, and the richest man in Pollerton, Charles. You guys must know how many resources the diva has.”
Rebecca smiled. “My sister is also about to sign a contract with Donter Pictures. If you guys want to see them in the future, it will only be on the big screen.”
“Let's talk while we eat. Excuse me, we are ready to order,” proposed Oliver as he lifted his hand to call for a waiter.
Rafe pondered for a while and asked cautiously, “Mr. Langford, does the promise you made still count?”
Oliver chuckled. “What did I promise?”
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