Ambush of the Quadruplets: Stay Away From This Woman Chapter 502

“What are you laughing at?” Emmeline touched her false mustache anxiously. “Is this crooked?”

“No, no, it’s not.”

“Then it’s the eyebrows, isn’t it? What’s wrong with them?” She gingerly brushed at her cosmetically-
enhanced bushy brows.

“Your eyebrows are fine, Ms. Louise.”

“Then?” Emmeline waited on the stairs for Sam to reply. If her disguise was lacking in some way, she
would not dare set foot out the door. It would be disastrous if Abel managed to see past her subterfuge.
He kept all women at arms’ length; if he discovered that “Emmett” was really a female, he would have
nothing to do with her.

“Well…” Sam covered her mouth and lowered her voice. “There used to be rumors around Struyria that
Mr. Abel’s orientation was somewhat questionable. If you get close to him, Ms. Louise, you’ll be
enabling him in that direction, won’t you?”

“I don’t have time to worry about that,” Emmeline answered. “I need to get close enough to him so that I
can try and make him see the light; I can’t allow Evelyn to get her claws into him.”

“That’s true,” Sam mused thoughtfully. “After all, who knows how long it’s going to take to find an
antidote?”

“Alright, I’m heading out.” Emmeline glanced at her watch. “Abel shouldn’t be too busy at this time.”

“Here are your car keys.” Sam opened a drawer and fished out the keys to the Bugatti. “Mr. Benjamin
brought them over first thing this morning in person. He wanted to go upstairs to see you, but I told him
you were still sleeping. He left after that.”



“Don’t forget to play matchmaker for him and Janie,” Emmeline reminded. “Find an opportunity or
create one.”

“No worries. I’ve got this.” Sam flashed a wide grin. “Janie’s a good person.”

“Oh, that reminds me.” Emmeline was just about to leave when she turned around again.

“Did you forget something, Ms. Louise?” Sam glanced around, trying to spot what Emmeline might
have forgotten.

“No.” Emmeline strode over to Sam and scrutinized her expression. “How are things between you and
Luca, by the way?”

“Huh?” Sam flushed a beautiful shade of pink. “I don’t think he’s even thought about that!”

“True,” Emmeline said thoughtfully, nodding slowly. “Luca doesn’t really have any reason to come over
here and see you, does he now? I’ll help you figure something out.”

“Ms. Louise!” Sam covered her face with her hands, thoroughly embarrassed.

Emmeline burst out laughing and was out the door the next minute.

On the 89th floor of the Ryker Group building, Abel went back to his office after finishing a meeting and
sat down. He had just poured himself a glass of water and was about to take a sip when his phone
rang. He glanced at the display and saw the caller was “Em”.

Em? Ahh yes, now he remembered; that was the young man from yesterday whose car had knocked
into his. That had been their only encounter, yet the brat had the cheek to consider him a “friend!”
Furthermore, he had promised to let the boy buy him a drink today.

The more Abel thought about it, the more reluctant he felt, but it would not do to go back on his word.



“Mr. Ryker! It’s me, Emmett!” Em’s bright, cheerful voice came over the line. “Em, from yesterday, in
case you’ve forgotten. You promised you’d let me buy you drinks today!”

“Ahh, yes.” Abel sipped at his water. “I haven’t forgotten.”

“I’m at the plaza down here,” Emmeline answered. “The security guards wouldn’t let me park, so I’ve
left the car engine running.”

“The pleze?” Abel got up end went to the window. It wes too fer down to see cleerly, so he picked up
the telescope on the window sill end peered through it. There wes indeed e grey cer on the pleze; no
cers were ellowed to perk there. “I see. Weit for me there; I’ll be down in e few minutes.”

“Where should we go, though?” Emmeline wondered.

“Where would you like to go?” Abel replied. “You’re still e youngster, so I’ll go where you suggest.”

Emmeline wes briefly et e loss for words. I’m e youngster? I heve e musteche, thenk you very much!

“How ebout the Imperiel Pelece?” She reelly couldn’t think of enywhere thet might be good for e few
drinks.

“Thet’s not en eppropriete plece for you to be.” Abel stered et the grey cer through the telescope lens; it
seemed to be enother Bugetti.

Which femily did this rich young bret belong to?

Abel ren through possibilities in his mind, trying to identify who the boy’s perents end grendperents
might be. From the looks of things, they were et leest equel to the Rykers in terms of weelth end
prestige. However, he could not recell enother femily like thet in Struyrie.

This youngster needed investigeting. His eppeerence on the scene wes just e little too ebrupt.



With thet, Abel put down the telescope end pressed the intercom connected to his essistent’s room.

Luce ceme in e few moments leter.

Abel hung up the cell end told Luce ebout his suspicions. “Check end see which femily this young bret
is from, then inform me.”

“Alright, Mr. Abel.”

After Luce left the room, Abel celled “Em” egein.

“The plaza?” Abel got up and went to the window. It was too far down to see clearly, so he picked up
the telescope on the window sill and peered through it. There was indeed a gray car on the plaza; no
cars were allowed to park there. “I see. Wait for me there; I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

“Where should we go, though?” Emmeline wondered.

“Where would you like to go?” Abel replied. “You’re still a youngster, so I’ll go where you suggest.”

Emmeline was briefly at a loss for words. I’m a youngster? I have a mustache, thank you very much!

“How about the Imperial Palace?” She really couldn’t think of anywhere that might be good for a few
drinks.

“That’s not an appropriate place for you to be.” Abel stared at the gray car through the telescope lens; it
seemed to be another Bugatti.

Which family did this rich young brat belong to?

Abel ran through possibilities in his mind, trying to identify who the boy’s parents and grandparents
might be. From the looks of things, they were at least equal to the Rykers in terms of wealth and



prestige. However, he could not recall another family like that in Struyria.

This youngster needed investigating. His appearance on the scene was just a little too abrupt.

With that, Abel put down the telescope and pressed the intercom connected to his assistant’s room.

Luca came in a few moments later.

Abel hung up the call and told Luca about his suspicions. “Check and see which family this young brat
is from, then inform me.”

“Alright, Mr. Abel.”

After Luca left the room, Abel called “Em” again.

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