The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“The line accidentally got cut off earlier. Where did you say you wanted to go?” Abel asked “Emmett”.

“The line accidentally got cut off earlier. Where did you say you wanted to go?” Abel asked “Emmett”.

Emmeline pursed her lips and stared up at the 89-story building. “I said, why isn’t it appropriate for me to go to the Imperial Palace?” Obviously, she was unable to see Abel standing at the window watching her, but if he could see her from way up there on the 89th floor, his eyesight was truly incredible.

“The Imperial Palace is a mixed bag of decent people and society scum,” Abel replied, still looking at the tiny gray matchbox on the plaza that was the Bugatti. “It’s not advisable for fresh-faced boys to go there.”

This left Emmeline at a loss for words for a few seconds. “But you’ll be with me, right, Mr. Ryker? I’ll just look around the place with you; wouldn’t that be ok?”

Abel gave this due consideration and concluded that since this brat was a young man after all, there was no harm in taking him there just for a look. “Alright then,” he replied. “I’ll be down right away.”

“Okay! I’m waiting in the car, Mr. Ryker!” Emmeline ended the call, grinning broadly.

This infuriating man was quite approachable and warm, after all.

About ten minutes later, Abel exited the building, his suit jacket tossed over one shoulder.

“Mr. Ryker!” Emmeline stuck an arm out the window of the car and waved enthusiastically. “Over here!”

Abel headed over and scrutinized the good-looking youth in the driver’s seat. Emmett was still dressed entirely in black, from his silk shirt to his well-tailored pants. His white tie was the only splash of color in his outfit. All in all, he was extremely personable, with his clean-cut appearance and neat mustache.

Abel could not help smiling faintly. Having a youngster like Emmett tagging around his heels like a little brother would be rather amusing.

Ryker?” Emmeline blew at the ends of her mustache, looking

in my car once my chauffeur drives

“I’ll see you

little more careful on the road; don’t drive too

Ryker!” Emmeline’s gray Bugatti zipped out of the plaza, heedless of Abel’s

chuckled,

the basement parking lot. Abel’s Rolls-Royce followed shortly

Mr. Ryker?” Emmeline strode

Section A,” Abel decided. “The

“special escort services” or the like. “Very well, I’ll go with what you suggest, Mr. Ryker.” She followed

abruptly confronted by a scene of riotous nightlife, with people hustling and

her hands together. “It’s

her. “Listen, boy, you’d better not give your parents reason to think I’ve sent

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Abel’s bodyguerd, who were following behind

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