The Quadruplets Are Mine?
Chapter 804

Mr. Ywain narrowed his gaze. Does he want another transaction? Mr. Adam is really generous!

"How can I help you this time, Mr. Adam?" Mr. Ywain asked eagerly.

"I'll send someone to pick you up. We'll talk face to face," Adam said.

Mr. Ywain nodded. "Alright."

Whenever those wealthy people asked him for a favor, they would pick him up in luxury sedans and treat him to fine food and alcohol, not to mention lavish gifts.

Mr. Ywain was happy to oblige.

Of course, he did not predict the tragedy that would befall him.

The next day, Benjamin came to visit Abel at his office.

Benjamin sat down on the sofa, and Abel poured him a glass of warm water.

Benjamin's complexion was terrible. He looked haggard.

"Is Janie feeling better?" Abel asked.

"Her physical condition is fine, though she's in a bad mood."

"Emma and I were thinking of visiting her."

Benjamin sipped the water and said, "I'm not here to talk about that."

Abel lifted his head and looked at him. "Is it about the owner of the Imperial Palace?"

"Do you have any leads about him?" Benjamin asked.

"No." Abel put the pen in his hand away. "We found some leads, but they led nowhere."

"I thought of someone," Benjamin said. "Maybe we can investigate her."

"Do you mean Alana?" Abel narrowed his gaze. "Inspector Charles has interrogated her many times, but her mouth remains shut. She even believes that the owner of the Imperial Palace will bail her out." "Why don't we get her out and use our methods to dig information from her?" Benjamin suggested.

"Sounds like a good idea. I was thinking about that as well," Abel said.

"Let's get to it. I'll contact Inspector Charles now. You'll look for a place," Benjamin said.

"We'll meet at the basement warehouse at Seashell Hotel. Alana is familiar with the place," Abel said.

Benjamin knew that Abel chopped off Alana's fingers there.

After Benjamin left, Abel prepared to depart for the Seashell Hotel. He received a call from the landline at home. Abel quickly answered it.

Emmeline said, "Abel, should we go pay Janie a visit?"

"I was thinking about that, but not now," Abel said gently.

"When are we going then? I kind of miss her," Emmeline said.

"I know you miss her," Abel said. "I need to take care of some business. I'll pick you up after that."

"Okay," Emmeline replied. "I'll wait for you at home then."

"Mm. Good girl."

After the call ended, Abel and Luca went to Seashell Hotel.

An hour later, Abel sat behind the wooden table in the basement warehouse.

He received a message from Benjamin, saying that Alana was already with him.

Money does make the world go round. I wonder how much money did Benjamin give Inspector Charles? Abel thought.

Benjamin's bodyguards shoved Alana into the warehouse.

Alana nearly wet her pants when she saw where she was being brought to.

She shivered uncontrollably when she saw Abel smiling menacingly behind the wooden table.

"It's not me, Mr. Abel. Can't you let me go?"

"What do you mean, it's not you? I haven't asked any questions yet," Abel said with a smirk.

"Aren't you wondering who hurt Emmeline? It's Evelyn. Yes, it's Evelyn! Not me!" Alana said.

Abel stood up and walked up next to Alana. "Let me ask you then. Who is the owner of the Imperial Palace? Is his name really Anthony Green?" Alana's eyes widened suddenly.

"Looks like you know," Abel smirked. "Why didn't you tell the truth at the police station? You're wasting my time, you know."

"You're mistaken, Mr. Abel!" Alana shook her head. "I don't know who the owner of the Imperial Palace is! I swear I don't know!"