Adrien found it hard to believe.

However, he knew that matters related to the Imperial Palace were typically illegal by nature. Since Abel wasn’t going to admit to something like that, he figured it would be untoward to pry.

Adam overheard their conversation from nearby, his face twisting in anger.

He gripped onto his wine glass tightly, eager to swing it at Abel’s annoyingly handsome face.

The bastard had not only destroyed his Imperial Palace and caused him no small amount of financial loss, he even stole away Emmeline right when he was about to realize his ambition of monopolizing her.

He hated Abel so much he wanted to cook him into a ravioli and devour him whole!

I hate that bastard so much!

But it’s no rush.

He has already taken the Deathly Desire poison. Let’s see how much longer he can keep his cool!

Just as Abel and Adrien were talking, a few other wealthy young men approached.

They were all devout fans of Abel.

After all, Abel was the only one in Struyria who was able to lead a massive organization like the Ryker Group, and at such a young age no less.

The parents of these young men would always make Abel out to be the perfect role model when talking to them.

“Mr. Abel!”

“Mr. Abel!”

of them raised their glasses and

men were talking, Emmeline and Lizbeth

and said, “Let’s get some dessert over

slowly followed behind her.

a chair, then placed a few tiny pastries in front of

placed it near the

macaron, that one’s a canele, and that’s

and nodded. These were all

I’ll

fruits later.

grabbed a

I’ve already washed

mouth and let Lizbeth feed her.

“Yum, it’s so soft and

and said. “If you like it, then you should

said, “I can do it myself. You should eat too.”

as Emmeline deftly picked up another piece and put it in her own mouth. She then decided to

cheered. “It’s

too quite often. But having sampled the ones today, I can tell the

these pastries,

showed up out of

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