Ambush of the Quadruplets: Stay Away From This Woman

“What are you laughing at?” Emmeline touched her false mustache anxiously. “Is this crooked?”

“No, no, it’s not.”

“Then it’s the eyebrows, isn’t it? What’s wrong with them?” She gingerly brushed at her cosmetically-enhanced bushy brows.

“Your eyebrows are fine, Ms. Louise.”

“Then?” Emmeline waited on the stairs for Sam to reply. If her disguise was lacking in some way, she would not dare set foot out the door. It would be disastrous if Abel managed to see past her subterfuge. He kept all women at arms’ length; if he discovered that “Emmett” was really a female, he would have nothing to do with her.

“Well…” Sam covered her mouth and lowered her voice. “There used to be rumors around Struyria that Mr. Abel’s orientation was somewhat questionable. If you get close to him, Ms. Louise, you’ll be enabling him in that direction, won’t you?”

“I don’t have time to worry about that,” Emmeline answered. “I need to get close enough to him so that I can try and make him see the light; I can’t allow Evelyn to get her claws into him.”

“That’s true,” Sam mused thoughtfully. “After all, who knows how long it’s going to take to find an antidote?”

“Alright, I’m heading out.” Emmeline glanced at her watch. “Abel shouldn’t be too busy at this time.”

“Here are your car keys.” Sam opened a drawer and fished out the keys to the Bugatti. “Mr. Benjamin brought them over first thing this morning in person. He wanted to go upstairs to see you, but I told him you were still sleeping. He left after that.”

“Don’t forget to play matchmaker for him and Janie,” Emmeline reminded. “Find an opportunity or create one.”

“No worries. I’ve got this.” Sam flashed a wide grin. “Janie’s a good person.”

“Oh, that reminds me.” Emmeline was just about to leave when she turned around again.

glanced around, trying to spot what

Emmeline strode over to Sam and scrutinized her expression. “How

of pink.

come over here and see you, does he

Sam covered her face with her hands, thoroughly

out laughing and was

the 89th floor of the Ryker Group building, Abel went back to his office after finishing a meeting and sat down. He had just poured himself a glass of water and was about to take a sip when his phone rang. He glanced

been their only encounter, yet the brat had the cheek to consider him a “friend!” Furthermore, he had promised to let the boy

about it, the more reluctant he felt, but it would not do

It’s me, Emmett!” Em’s bright, cheerful voice came over the line. “Em, from yesterday, in case

yes.” Abel sipped at his water. “I

plaza down here,” Emmeline answered. “The security guards wouldn’t let me park, so I’ve left the car

to see cleerly, so he picked up the telescope on the window sill end peered through it. There wes indeed e grey cer on the pleze; no cers were ellowed to perk there. “I see.

go, though?”

Abel replied. “You’re still e youngster, so I’ll go

briefly et e loss for words. I’m e youngster?

reelly couldn’t think of enywhere

the grey cer through the telescope lens;

did this rich

trying to identify who the boy’s perents end grendperents might be. From the looks of things, they were et leest equel to the Rykers in terms of weelth end prestige. However, he could not

investigeting. His eppeerence on the scene

telescope end pressed

e few moments

suspicions. “Check end see which femily this young bret is from, then inform