Ambush of the Quadruplets
Chapter 395

"Alright, never mind. We're done for today." Oscar finally gave up. "The domestic operations seem to be running smoothly."

"Yes." Abel nodded. "The Ryker Group is currently the leading company domestically."

"What about the overseas market?" The elder finally got to why he was truly here.

"The foreign markets are doing well. We're gaining momentum against our competitors."

"It's not enough to just talk about it," Oscar said. "There was also that overseas partner that caused us trouble last time around. I think you should go take a look yourself. I feel uneasy otherwise." "I've carefully instructed the overseas branch on what to do. Everything will be dealt with in a timely manner."

"So what if you hand it off to the overseas branch? It's not like they can control our partners abroad."

"It's fine for now. You have nothing to worry about, Grandad."

"It's only natural that I worry," Oscar continued. "The stability of the overseas market is related to the Ryker Group's development. It's always on my mind."

What is Grandad trying to say?

"I think you should travel abroad to look over them to play it safe."

Abel frowned and said nothing in response.

Oscar's sudden demand for him to go abroad to visit their business partners overseas put a bad taste in his mouth.

There had to be more with his request.

Rather than just a harmless visitation, Oscar's sudden appearance seemed to concern his request for him to go abroad.

"I'm talking to you. Are you listening to me?" Oscar asked sternly.

"Whatever do you mean, Grandad?"

"Am I not making myself clear?”

"I want you to travel abroad to see what our partners are up to overseas and report back to me!"

"I got it." Abel nodded. "I'll arrange for a trip in two days."

He could tell that his grandfather's purpose was for him to go on a business trip.

"That's too late. Make it tomorrow," Oscar said. "Have the secretary book you a flight."

"Okay." Abel nodded calmly. "I'll give the order."

"Good. I'm tired. Let's head back upstairs so I can catch my breath. We can check on what flights you can take."

"Let's head back up then." Abel assisted his grandfather into the elevator.

He poured the elder man a glass of water when they reached his office on the eighty-ninth floor.

"Call for the secretary," Oscar ordered.

Abel obeyed.

The company secretary was over in an instant.

"You require my assistance, Mr. Ryker?"

"That would be me," Oscar cut in. "Abel is going on a business trip tomorrow. Book him a flight."

"I understand, Old Mr. Ryker. I'll do as requested."

"Good," Oscar said. "Let me know once the procedures have been handled."

"Yes, sir!" The secretary shot Abel a look.

With a single nod from Abel, the secretary was gone.

He returned ten minutes later with a stack of printouts.

"These are Mr. Ryker's flight tickets, Old Mr. Ryker. The first layover would be at Xandenia. This is the boarding information."

Oscar was shortsighted, leading to his grim-faced assistant scrambling to offer him his glasses.

He took a look at the details after putting them on.

On the papers was Abel's boarding information alongside a few bodyguards.

"This is good. I can rest assured." He put his glasses away.

"You look anxious, Grandad." Abel narrowed his eyes. "Did something happen?"

"Of course not." Oscar immediately covered it up with an excuse. "It's just what happened last time that shook me. I feel unsettled just thinking about it." Abel's lips curled into a sneer.

Grandad's every move seems to have something to do with Adam. Just what is Adam up to?