Ambush of the Quadruplets
Chapter 842 Meeting Old Mr Ryker on Abel’s Behalf

She returned to her bedroom, Emmeline changed into an elegant semi-professional suit adorned with shades of blue and white. Exuding capability and rejuvenation, yet possessing a delicate and captivating allure.

Her bright eyes sparkled, filled with anticipation for life, with a touch of authority.

Upon descending the stairs, Luca was already waiting, positioned near the staircase.

"Miss Louise," Luca addressed, "Master Adelmar is taking care of Mr. Abel and told me to accompany you to the Ryker family." "Alright," Emmeline nodded, "Let's go."

The chauffeur drove Abel's Rolls-Royce, arriving at Ryker Group within thirty minutes.

Luca's fingerprints were registered at the elevator.

Emmeline descended directly to the eighty-ninth floor from the underground parking lot.

They stepped out of the elevator and saw Adam in the corridor.

He was smoking while calling someone.

With a frenzied and invincible expression on his face, Adam caught sight of Emmeline and promptly ended his phone call, greeting her. "Emmeline and Luca!"

Emmeline responded with a polite smile, "Adam, you're here too."

"I just arrived," Adam squinted his eyes, "Grandpa suddenly decided to inspect Abel's work, so I have to accompany him."

"It seems that Old Mr. Ryker still values you a lot," Emmeline said, her smile faint, "I'm happy for you, Adam."

Adam furrowed his brow, sensing a hint of sarcasm in Emmeline's words.

However, her radiant smile made him believe that he was overthinking.

He playfully leaned over Emmeline's shoulder, feigning surprise as he asked, "Where's Abel? Haven't seen him around. What's he up to?"

"Abel didn't come," Emmeline replied with a smile, "I've come to meet Old Mr. Ryker on his behalf."

"You?" Adam chuckled, "This is the Ryker Group, not a place for you to hang around."

"I know that," Emmeline nodded.

"And yet, here you are," Adam sneered, "Does it mean Abel's hiding?"

"Who said my husband's hiding behind me?" Emmeline raised an eyebrow, "He's simply not feeling well."

"If only you told me sooner," Adam expressed immediate concern, "Which ward is he in? I'll visit him right away, and I'll address him as Grandpa as well."

"There's no need for you to trouble yourself, Adam," Emmeline stated, "I'll seek instructions from Grandpa first and tell Abel later."

Without bothering to engage with Adam any further, she proceeded straight to the president's office, with Luca following closely behind.

Adam narrowed his sharp eyes and sneered softly.

The door to the president's office was slightly ajar, and Emmeline knocked on it twice.

Oscar's voice, old-fashioned yet commanding, emanated from within. "Come in!"

Emmeline pushed the door open and greeted politely yet coldly, "Mr. Ryker."

Oscar's piercing gaze immediately focused on her as he spoke in a deep voice, "What brings you here? I'm looking for Abel!"

"Abel isn't feeling well," Emmeline responded, her face devoid of expression. "I've come to see you on his behalf."

"Hmph!"

Oscar snorted suddenly, rising from his position and walking toward her with his hands clasped behind his back.

"You, a mere nobody, dare to suggest ideas to make decisions for Abel?" he scoffed.

"I wouldn't dare to make decisions on my own," Emmeline replied, "Old Mr. Ryker if you have any instructions, I can relay them to Abel later."

"I simply asked what's wrong with Abel?" Oscar patted the executive desk assertively, "It has only been two or three days since we last saw each other. There are numerous matters in the group awaiting his approval, and he just brushes me off. Can he still be competent as the head of the Ryker family? If not, he should step down immediately and make way for someone deserving!"

"Old Mr. Ryker," Emmeline lifted her gaze to meet his eyes calmly, "You raised Abel. I believe that you're wise and you wouldn't make such a mistake."

Oscar pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Of course."

"That settles it," Emmeline seized the opportunity and poured a glass of warm water, offering it to him. "If there are any orders from you, I'll convey them to Abel when he recovers. He'll respond promptly." "Talk is cheap," Adam suddenly entered the room, "Time is precious, who can afford to wait for him!"

"What do you mean, Adam?" Emmeline shifted her gaze towards Adam, questioning him, "What's the matter?"

"Take a look at this!" Adam grabbed a document and tossed it onto the desk in front of Emmeline, his voice filled with frustration. "The client from Yanwick terminated the contract because they couldn't reach Abel to discuss the new terms of cooperation. Can you believe it? This is not just a minor issue, it's an international order! Are we playing games here?"

Emmeline furrowed her brow. What else could go wrong?