The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Emmeline smiled wryly. “If only it were that easy. I can’t find that person at all. If I know where he is and ask him for the antidote, I’ll be willing to do anything for him. But where can I find him? That b*stard is nowhere to be found!”

The pastry chef said nothing.

Emmeline pressed her lips together. She took an ice pack from the freezer and went upstairs.

After seeing Emmeline disappear around the corner, the pastry chef went back to the kitchen.

He thought for a while and sent Adam a message. “Mr. Adam, I managed to find out something just now, but I don’t know if it’s important.”

Adam replied, “What is it? Tell me! I’m not in the mood to play games!”

“Mr. Abel is ill, but he needs an antidote instead of a doctor.”

“Okay. And then?”

“Ms. Louise was crying. She said ‘that person’ has the antidote, but she can’t find him.”

Adam grinned smugly. Yes, that’s true. I’m that man! But I can’t tell him.

Instead, he replied, “Is that all? Can’t you tell me the whole story in one message?”

called that person a

“…What else?”

anything for

give her the antidote, will she do anything I say? Adam thought. He twiddled the

this is my chance! But what would I make that woman

with him

he wanted funds from Ryker Group to acquire

Imperial Palace was a lavish establishment occupying a large area. He estimated the bids would go as high as

billion dollars in assets, which was far less than what

dollars was only enough to acquire the place. He had to consider

that needed money, and he could not do it

it a little more and realized he could not rely on Emmeline

would be exposing his

as an idea gradually formed in

phone

soon answered.

narrowed his

waiting for your call,

continue our collaboration now,”

How can we collaborate?”