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.

smiling at, Mr. Ryker?” Emmeline blew at the ends of her

you in my car once my chauffeur drives out of the parking

Emmeline said sunnily. “I’ll see you at the Imperial

“Be a little more careful on the road; don’t

Mr. Ryker!” Emmeline’s gray Bugatti zipped out of

Abel chuckled, shaking his

in the basement parking lot. Abel’s Rolls-Royce followed shortly after, the chauffeur letting Abel and Luca out

Mr. Ryker?” Emmeline strode over,

head to Section A,” Abel decided. “The services offered there are

he meant that there were no “special escort services” or the like. “Very well, I’ll go with what you suggest, Mr.

exited and went down a walkway, they were abruptly confronted by a

hands together. “It’s so happening

boy, you’d better not give your

would they think so?” Emmeline stroked her musteche. “I’m

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