Ambush of the Quadruplets novel Chapter 505

“You’ve got guts,” Adam stood up but turned to Emmeline and said, “Little bro, you can come to hang out with me anytime. I’m Adam and I’ll make sure you have a good time.”

“I…” Emmeline leaned into Abel’s embrace, “I don’t like you, I only like Mr. Ryker.”

“Well then, you two have fun,” Adam smirked and left.

“I told you this isn’t a place for you to come,” Abel held Emmeline and sat her down. “At your age, it’s better to go home and focus on your studies. Don’t get into trouble too early.”

“I don’t want to study anymore,” Emmeline said with a pitiful face. “With my family’s wealth, I can eat and drink and spend for several lifetimes. It’s making me anxious just thinking about it. How can I focus on studying?”

“So, you’re just going to waste away like this?” Abel tilted his head and looked at her. “You’re young, you should have dreams and goals.”

“What about Mr. Ryker’s dreams and goals?” Emmeline also tilted her head and looked at him.

Suddenly, Abel realized that the young man in front of him was like a woman. A charming and agile little woman. And even… somewhat like Emmeline.

Emmeline?

Abel shook his head.

“As for my dreams and goals…” he thought for a moment, “I should continue to grow and strengthen the Ryker family.”

“Ugh, how boring,” Emmeline pouted. “All this talk is just about money.”

“Well, it’s not just about money,” Abel said. “People are always looking to challenge themselves.”

“But…” Emmeline looked at him. “I saw online that Mr. Ryker has a child and a woman named Emmeline, who’s also quite pretty. But why haven’t I heard Mr. Ryker mention her?”

“Why should I?” Abel frowned.

“Don’t you love her?”

Abel said calmly. “I’m like you, not interested in dating.”

“Ugh!” Emmeline sighed deeply.

Abel, your love for me has truly vanished.

Otherwise, you would have really had it coming!

Who was the one always clinging to me before?

Waylon, look at the mess you’ve made!

What am I supposed to do now?

A wave of sadness washed over Emmeline, and she lifted her glass, “Glug, glug,” and drank it all down.

Her alcohol tolerance was never good, and after just one or two drinks, she was already looking at Abel with a fuzzy head.

“You’ve had too much to drink,” Abel took the glass from her hand.

The little guy with a trimmed mustache made him feel an inexplicable tenderness toward him.

Emmeline shook her head, feeling dizzy. She couldn’t drink anymore.

But she leaned into Abel’s arms and pretended to be drunk.