Ambush of the Quadruplets: Stay Away From This Woman

“Dad, what did you and Uncle Lewis do when you were young?” Adrien actually asked.

Both Landen and Lewis hung their heads, remaining silent, appearing somewhat embarrassed.

Oscar Ryker sneered, “Let me tell you!”

“Please, Grandad,” Adam chimed in.

Not only was Adrien curious, but Adam and Abel were also eager to know what their father and uncle had been up to when they were young. However, at this crucial moment, it was not convenient for Abel to ask.

“While I was busy conquering the world and building a wealth empire back in the day, I neglected to guide my sons!” Oscar started to grumble again. “This led them, at the ripe age of seventeen or eighteen, a prime time for studying, to grow long hair, perm it into curls, wear bell-bottom pants, and carry boomboxes while dancing disco in the streets every day! They didn’t have a serious approach to their studies.

“It was truly a waste of this generation! If I hadn’t created a fortune that could last for three generations, those two would have struggled to make ends meet! Take over Ryker Group? Huh, as if the company is some balloon that can float with a little puff of air!”

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streets with a boombox? Goodness me. To think they used to be so fashionable. They lived

into their studies. So, when it came to Abel’s generation, Oscar decisively sent them abroad for

any case, I won’t take up the position

so exasperated that he started coughing, and his face turned even darker. “You useless rascal!”

what. Curse and scold me all you want. I’m not doing it! Anybody can take

imposing surface. While its main existence was to serve its big family, whoever sat in the position might not

Julianna extremely agitated, and she anxiously protested, “Adam, Adrien, how can you refuse?! Are you

position so much, you take it!” Adrien quipped, and Adam echoed,

with rage. “Would I need you two if I can do it myself?! I knew I should’ve strangled you two to death as soon as you were born! I swear I’ve raised you to become a constant source of frustration

assistant quickly patted his chest while asking, “Shall I call a doctor, Old Mr. Ryker?”

better. Leave these ungrateful b*stards of mine to