The Quadruplets Are Mine?

The secretary entered the room, pushing the door open with a large bouquet of flowers in his hands.

"Who sent them?" Emmeline inquired, contemplating whether Abel could be the sender. However, she doubted that he would engage in such superficial gestures.

"There's no name on the card," replied the secretary. "I don't know who sent them."

Emmeline rose from her executive chair and approached to take the flowers.

The secretary, mindful of closing the door, left the room.

The bouquet consisted of vibrant red roses interspersed with sprigs of eustoma. The flowers were beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

But who would send such conspicuously red roses?

Emmeline reached for her phone, contemplating whether to ask Abel about it. Perhaps he had whimsically ordered the flowers for her, considering she was working on his behalf that day.

However, before she could dial his number, the phone rang, and an incoming call interrupted her thoughts.

As she read the caller ID, a frown creased Emmeline's forehead.

It was Adam!

Despite her patience wearing thin, Emmeline decided to answer the call.

She said, "What's the matter, Adam?"

"Did you receive the flowers?" Emmeline immediately wanted to scold him and threw the flowers onto the wall.

"Aren't they beautiful? Women like flowers, especially red roses."

"The flowers are beautiful," Emmeline retorted with a cold snort, "but they should be shared and given to others."

"What do you mean, Emmeline?" Adam responded with a cold snort of his own, "You work hard for Abel, and I sent the flowers on behalf of Oscar to express gratitude. What's wrong with that?"

"I'm sorry," Emmeline sneered, "I cannot accept this token of kindness, and the flowers are now in the trash."
The secretary entered the room, pushing the door open with a large bouquet of flowers in his hands.

"If you don't appreciate it, then give them back to me. Why would you throw them away? Are you looking down on me?"

"I find it rather meaningless," Emmeline sneered, "Did you send them to the wrong person?"

"Emmeline," Adam's voice sounded on the other end, "Did you misunderstand me?"

"Did I?"

Adam chuckled softly, "Here's the deal. Take the flowers and bring them back to me at the Struyria Banquet. I'll be waiting for you in the King Lounge. Let's have a discussion."

Emmeline was silent.

It was not a bad idea. Confronting Adam face-to-face would resolve any lingering doubts or worries for the future.

"Then wait for me," Emmeline replied coldly, "I'll see you in an hour!"

Adam ended the call, looked at his phone, and chuckled.

"That's what I wanted to hear!"

He had intended to invite Emmeline to dinner and discuss the bidding for the imperial palace. However, he knew that Emmeline would not agree to it.

He thought it would be better to talk to her about it instead of forcing her to agree with the bidding.

Knowing Emmeline's pride and audacity, she would not back down.

Sure enough, an hour later, Emmeline arrived at the Struyria Banquet, holding the discarded flowers in her hands.

Luca followed closely behind her.

In the midst of the bustling crowd, there stood a tall and handsome figure dressed in black. It was Benjamin.

As Benjamin walked toward the elevator, his gaze inadvertently shifted, and caught sight of a stunning figure in black and white.

Graceful and elegant, emanating an air of arrogance, it was Emmeline, the eldest daughter of his family.

Benjamin furrowed his eyebrows.

After observing Emmeline, he did not see Abel or Waylon by her side. However, Luca, Abel's special assistant, was following her.

Benjamin knew that Abel was not in good health, so why did Emmeline suddenly come here? Did she have an appointment?