Adrien found it hard to believe.
However, he knew that matters related to the Imperial Palace were typically illegal by nature. Since Abel wasn’t going to admit to something like that, he figured it would be untoward to pry.
Adam overheard their conversation from nearby, his face twisting in anger.
He gripped onto his wine glass tightly, eager to swing it at Abel’s annoyingly handsome face.
The bastard had not only destroyed his Imperial Palace and caused him no small amount of financial loss, he even stole away Emmeline right when he was about to realize his ambition of monopolizing her.
He hated Abel so much he wanted to cook him into a ravioli and devour him whole!
I hate that bastard so much!
But it’s no rush.
He has already taken the Deathly Desire poison. Let’s see how much longer he can keep his cool!
Just as Abel and Adrien were talking, a few other wealthy young men approached.
They were all devout fans of Abel.
After all, Abel was the only one in Struyria who was able to lead a massive organization like the Ryker Group, and at such a young age no less.
The parents of these young men would always make Abel out to be the perfect role model when talking to them.
“Mr. Abel!”
“Mr. Abel!”
Many of them raised their glasses and chatted with Abel.
While the men were talking, Emmeline and Lizbeth couldn’t help feeling a little left out.
Lizbeth grabbed Emmeline’s hand and said, “Let’s get some dessert over there.”
Emmeline slowly followed behind her.
As they found themselves a table, Lizbeth helped Emmeline to a chair, then placed a few tiny pastries in front of her.
She pulled Emmeline’s hand and placed it near the dishes.
“This is a macaron, that one’s a canele, and that’s an apple crumble.”
Enuneline softly touched them and nodded. These were all her favorite desserts.
“What fruits would you like? I’ll get them for you.”
Emmeline smiled, “It’s okay, we can take the fruits later. I want to savor the desserts for now,”
Adam said. “Thank you, Emma. Where’s Abel? Why isn’t he with you?”
Emmeline replied, “He’s busy talking with some of the other guests. We got you a gift and we hope you’ll like it.”
Adam smiled, “I’m happy just to see you all here. There’s no need for gifts between family.”
Emmeline smiled politely. “That wouldn’t do. Abel has prepared this gift for you for a long time. It’s very important to him.”
Adam smiled, “Then give Abel my thanks.” He then leaned forward and acted shocked as he asked, “Emma, what’s wrong with your eyes?”
Emmeline nodded, “Oh, this is just a small injury.”
Adam was showing the utmost ‘concern’ as he said, “This is no small injury. Did Abel not take you to the doctor’s? If he’s not treating you right, I can take you to the doctor in his place. I know a very good ophthalmologist
Emmeline interjected. Thank you, Adam. Abel is already looking for someone who can treat me. However, this injury will take time to heal. We can’t rush the treatment.”
Adam now knew that Waylon was already on the matter, so he nodded, “Very well. It’s best to take things slow.”
Meanwhile, Adrien was waving at Lizbeth, wanting to introduce to her some new friends.
As such, Lizbeth got up from her seat and left.
“What else would you like to eat, Emma?” Adam asked in a caring manner.
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