Ambush of the Quadruplets
Chapter 111

Chapter 111 My Kind of People

"The guy next to you is so handsome. I'd pay money just to sit with him!" The "princesses" giggled and pointed at Abel.

"Get lost!" Luca roared angrily.

The two princesses' faces went pale, and they ran away as fast as they could in their high heels.

Luca's actions attracted the attention of the other guests in the bar.

In a corner, Adam narrowed his gaze.

That man drinking nonstop at the counter. Is he my cousin and the CEO of Ryker Group, Adam Ryker?

Heheh, he looks like he wants to kill someone. I guess Alana succeeded!

That's f*cking great! Haha!

Adam pointed a finger at the counter and said to his subordinate, "Give that guy all the alcohol he wants. Tell him it's on the house."

"Yes, Palace Lord!"

"Also, he doesn't like women. Get two guys to serve him."

"Yes, Palace Lord!"

The subordinates ordered two of the most handsome waiters to bring a tray of various alcoholic drinks to Abel.

"Here are some drinks, sir. They're on the house."

One of the waiters placed a shot glass in front of Abel, and the other daintily filled it with alcohol.

Abel frowned. "Who's so friendly?"

"He didn't tell us his name. All he said was that you don't like women, and we should serve you."

"So you're..." Abel did not quite understand.

"We're here to serve your kind of people."

Abel frowned. "My kind of people? What kind of people?"

"Oh, you're such a tease!" One of the waiters dropped himself onto Abel's lap.

Luca could not help but laugh.

"Get lost!" Abel pounced from his seat as though he had been bitten by a venomous snake.

"Hahaha!" Adam was laughing in his corner. "You're so interesting, Abel!"

"Get me that person! He needs to be taught a lesson!" Abel's face was red with anger.

Who the heck thinks I like men? I'm as straight as an arrow!

"Don't be angry, sir," the waiters hugged Abel's elbow. "Violence doesn't solve anything!"

"Stop disturbing me. Get the f*ck out of my face now!" Abel kicked them away.

The two waiters fell on the floor. They realized Abel was not joking with them, and they hastily ran away.

Adam came over with a smile on his face. "Why are you so angry, Abel?"

Abel narrowed his gaze. "... Adam?"

"That's me," Adam said with a smile. "Why are you drinking here instead of accompanying Alana in the hospital?"

"Did you send those two guys to me?" Abel's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Adam laughed. "I know you'd release your anger on any woman that comes near you, so I got two guys to serve you."

Abel stood dangerously close to Adam and grabbed his collar. "Were you also the one behind the incident at the party?"

"Oh, how dare you?" Adam said calmly. "I wouldn't dare risk Grandfather's life!"

"It better not be you!" Abel shoved Adam away and grunted. "Don't let me replace out who's behind it!"

"You're overthinking it." Adam straightened his collar and lifted a glass. "Let's drink. It's been a long time since we drank together." The strong alcohol soon made Abel drunk.

However, Abel did not want to stop drinking. The alcohol numbed his pain.

Adam went upstairs and watched the drama unfold from the balcony.

Look at your miserable state, Abel. The more miserable you are, the happier I am!

Seeing that Abel did not want to stop drinking, Luca had no other choice but to give Emmeline a call.

"No one can stop him! He'll get gastric ulcers if he continues drinking!"

"Where are you?"

"The Imperial Palace."

"The Imperial Palace?" Emmeline was surprised. She did not expect Abel to be there.

She dared not waste any time. Things would be worse if something happened to Abel while he was drunk.

"I'll go there now," Emmeline said and ended the call.