Oscar Ryker had three grandsons. Which of them had sired this little boy everyone was staring at?

Whoever the father was, it definitely could not be Abel Ryker, the third grandson. He had been overseas for a while now. This was probably Adrien Ryker’s child. After all, everyone in Struyria knew that Oscar’s second grandson was a notorious playboy and man-about-town.

Goodness!

The wealthy women and their daughters all wore envious expressions. After all, they had come with extravagant gifts to visit Oscar for the sole purpose of ensnaring one of the Ryker grandsons. Which ambitious mother would not want their daughters to marry into Struyria’s wealthiest family?

Unfortunately, this shabbily dressed young woman called Emmeline Louise had stolen a march on them by showing up with a child in tow. The other women felt like strangling her.

“Emmeline!” Alana looked livid. Furiously, she ordered, “You get out of here right now and take your son with you, so he doesn’t cause trouble! Do you think the Ryker family doesn’t know exactly what sort of person you are? As if any of the Ryker boys would have a child with a slut like you!”

“That’s true too,” the wealthy women agreed sycophantically, nodding vigorously. “She’s probably so poor she’s gone out of her senses. She doesn’t even know who the father of her child is, so she’s trying to blame Mr. Abel!”

“She’s just a scheming little wretch with ulterior motives, you’d better send her packing!”

“Security!” Alana turned to the bodyguards. “Throw this woman and her son out so they don’t disturb Old Mr. Ryker!”

“Yes, Ms. Lane!” The bodyguards moved forward menacingly.

“This is Abel Ryker’s son!” Emmeline planted herself in front of Hesperus. “If you harm one hair of his head, I’ll make you regret it!”

“Hahaha!” All the wealthy women began laughing, and even the bodyguards smirked derisively.

“Emmeline, you really know how to throw blame around, don’t you? You’re such a liar too! My fiancé has been overseas the entire time; do you think he’d be able to suddenly father a child with you?”

“Your precious fiancé gave me this at the time!” Emmeline brought out the bank card and waved it at Alana. “The cardholder is Abel Ryker, or am I mistaken?”

canceled card?” Alana snatched the bank card from Emmeline and snapped it

was staggered. This was the only thing that her children’s father had left behind! Without hesitation, she immediately slapped

insolent son out of my sight!” Alana held

The bodyguards charged forward.

Emmeline met them with a flurry of hard blows and several good kicks. Alana and the other women

corridor, groaning and gasping in

her cousin. When had Emmeline learned

continue the fracas when the door of the VIP suite opened, and a sharp,

got up from the ground in awkward embarrassment. Rosaline Ryker, nee Turner, was standing

and three grandsons. Abel was the child of

at Emmeline. “That crazy woman’s causing a

her alert, intelligent eyes toward Emmeline. A slight frown creased her brow as if she recognized

a leap of joy. Emmeline was notorious by now; it looked like

ruckus about?” Rosaline asked. “The

shrew causing a fuss for no

at Rosaline with solemn eyes. “Hello, pretty lady, I’m here to

lit up, and she bent down to get a good look at

glance at Alanna then looked back at Rosaline. “Pretty

be unexpectedly called a

could not take it anymore. “Impudent little b*stard, who are you

you see that, pretty lady?” Hesperus pointed

hastily buttoned her lips, her heart pounding hard at her

know.” Rosaline lightly stroked Hesperus’s hair. “My grandson is around your

a really nice person. Maybe you’re actually my Granny!” Hesperus’s acting skills reached a new high,

and her child out of here!” Alana was frantic

your status around and try to bully people,” Rosaline chided, frowning slightly. “Have them

Since Abel had not shown up yet, there was no point in her staying here for now. “We’ll

Emmeline. “Mommy, I want to play with Granny for a while. I’ll go down by myself

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