Ambush of the Quadruplets
Chapter 1410 I’ll Take Your Bad Temper

Emmeline took a moment to contemplate and then inquired, "So, what should I do?"

"You should consider undergoing professional training. It's a high-demand industry in your city for the future," Brandon replied.

Emmeline nodded, recognizing the ample opportunities for marketing training and a significant gap to be filled.

"If I decide to accept, what should I do next?"

"Come over to my place for a week of intensive closed-door training." he suggested.

Emmeline's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed with delight, "So, I'll be your student? Thank you for offering me this opportunity, but am I truly qualified?"

Brandon chuckled. I'm very selective when choosing my apprentices, and you passed the test."

"Alright, Mr. Wyan, Emmeline said happily. "I will cherish this opportunity!"

After ending the call, she left the study. Abel remarked. I didn't expect you to be so mature for your age.

Emmeline pouted, saying. Why not? Can't I have my own aspirations?"

"I was talking about you being so headstrong and not heeding my advice. Abel playfully teased her, "You're not as obedient as someone like Alana!" "Abel!" Emmeline jumped up. “Do you replace your life too boring?"

Abel glanced at her and finally realized that he had provoked her. It turned out that her sulking stemmed from this

"Are you jealous?" He chuckled, leaning in to look at her flushed face.

Emmeline puffed up like an irate little lion. "Jealous? Me? Who do you think you are?"

Abel playfully retorted. Tm Abel Ryker. My name speaks for itself."

Emmeline's eyes welled sup with tears.

Indeed, his name said it all-Abel Ryker.

"Alright, I was just teasing you," Abel consoled her, hugging her tightly. "I am Abel Ryker, only for Emma."

Emmeline wiped away her tears and said, "Who cares? I don't mind if you love someone else; we can't be together anyway

Abel was taken aback by her words.

Little one, don't you know that this is what I fear the most

Upon seeing Abel fall into an unexpected silence, Emmeline realized the impact of her words.

Tears streamed down her face.

Abel held her and settled on the sofa. With a strain in his voice, he implored, "Please don't hurt me like that.

Emmeline choked up and replied. "I was simply stating the truth. With the company about to launch. you'll be swamped and exhausted. I won't be able to stay by your side and take care of you. If you need someone as hardworking as Alana, I'm okay with it?

"Don't say such things!" Abel growled. "If I need a caretaker, I will hire one!"

"But-

Just as she was about to continue, he leaned down and silenced her with a kiss,

The following morning. Abel dropped Emmeline off at RetroWave Advertisements before returning to his office.

As soon as he walked in, he was taken aback.

The office was impeccably clean, which was pleasing.

However, what made him uncomfortable was the addition of an extra desk opposite his own.

Abel furrowed his brow

Luca entered the room, carrying a batch of expense receipts, and requested Abel's signature on them.

Pointing to the opposite desk. Abel inquired. "Whose desk is this?"

Luca promptly responded, "It's Alana's. Mr. Yendall suggested moving it here, stating it would be more convenient for work."

Abel remained silent with a serious expression as he took the receipts from Luca

They were the fuel receipts for the truck from the previous day, with the handler's signature already affixed.

After a thorough check for accuracy. Abel signed the receipts and instructed, "Submit it to finance for accounting."

Luca cast a glance toward the door. "Mr. Yendall mentioned that from now on, all these receipts, ins and outs, should be presented to Alana for review,"

Abel's eyes turned cold, and a hint of anger flashed across his face. "How dare he!"

Luca whispered, "just came to give you a heads-up."

"Hmph!" Abe nodded with a dark face. "Leave the receipts with me for now. It's not your concern. You may leave

Luca promptly exited the room.

Shortly after, Alana entered, looking beautiful and fresh with a light touch of makeup.

Abel raised the fuel receipts and inquired. 'Is this supposed to be handed to you before being accounted for?"

"Yes, Mr. Ryker, Alana replied. That's what my father instructed."

Abel sneered. "Is your father's intention to oversee my accounts, or does he intend to keep separate records for me?"

Alana remained silent.

"And is this office desk yours?" Abel frowned.

"Yes," Alana replied, lowering her gaze.

His commanding presence sent shivers down her spine.

"Also arranged by your dad?"

"He said it would be more convenient for work."

"Since it's for work, what's inconvenient about it?" Abel chuckled coldly.

Silence filled the room.

Abel clenched his jaw. "Alana Yendall, I've warned you before. I have a bad temper. If you're going to stay here, you better be prepared!"

Alana nervously nodded. "Yes, Mr. Ryker. I'll take your bad temper."