Ambush of the Quadruplets novel Chapter 589

Benjamin slipped Worryfree into his pocket while Sam continued laughing and made his way downstairs.

When he returned to Adelmar, Benjamin explained the situation to Janie but didn’t mention that he had retrieved Worryfree himself.

“Well, that makes things easier,” Janie said. “We’ll just act like we don’t know anything and put on a good show to stir things up.”

“Right,” Benjamin said. “Just make sure you play along with me, or else the act won’t be convincing.”

“Don’t worry,” Janie said with a grin. “I’ll make sure it’s seamless.”

The two of them then made their way back to the CEO’s office.

Abel and Emmeline were sipping coffee in the lounge. Emmeline sat in a plush armchair, flipping through some reports with a serious look on her face.

“You don’t understand any of this, do you?” Abel leaned in and asked. “Do you want me to explain it to you?”

“Who says I have to understand?” Emmeline glanced at him. “Can’t I just look at it for fun?”

“Sure,” Abel said. “If you enjoy looking at things, I can take you to the Ryker Group and show you around any department you want to see.”

“I’m not interested in the Ryker Group,” Emmeline continued to peruse the reports. “The Ryker Group isn’t mine.”

“How is it not yours?” Abel asked. “You’re a Ryker family heiress, after all.”

“I can’t accept that title,” Emmeline replied, not even lifting her eyelids. “We’re not married yet, so how can I be a Ryker family heiress?”

“Our wedding is coming up soon,” Abel pointed out. “Once we’re married, you’ll be a legitimate Ryker family heiress.”

“I’ve already told you, I don’t care about that,” Emmeline pouted, looking disdainful. “I don’t love you, so why would I marry you?”

“Emma, you’ll fall in love with me eventually. I have faith in us,” Abel said, his eyes filled with tenderness.

“I’d sooner fall in love with a pig than with you,” Emmeline sneered. “Who gave you such an inflated ego to think that I’ll definitely fall in love with you?”

Abel felt a sense of deja vu. He realized that he had said those exact same words not long ago.

“Emma,” Abel furrowed his brow and said, “I know you’re mad at me, but it’s not really my fault. If you want to blame someone, blame Waylon.”