The Quadruplets Are Mine?
Chapter 805

"Are you still hoping the owner of the Imperial Palace will bail you out?" Abel narrowed his gaze. "I can fulfill your wishes too." Alana did not say anything.

"Who would you ask for help, me or the owner of the Imperial Palace?"

Alana did not say anything either.

She knew that Abel was the most powerful individual in Struyria, but she dared not trust him.

The man was a demon whenever he was angry.

Alana shook her head. "I'm not choosing between either of you. I'd rather stay in jail."

"Alana Lane," Benjamin said, "If you are afraid of something, I'm here to remind you that you have a third option."

Alana turned her head to Benjamin.

"Is that you, Mr. York?"

"Tell me the true identity of the owner of the Imperial Palace, and I'll bail you out of jail. Not only that, I guarantee that neither Abel nor the owner of the Imperial Palace will be able to harm you!"

"You can choose between me or Mr. York. It's better than rotting in jail. You also can't guarantee the owner of the Imperial Palace won't silence you!"

Alana shuddered.

She thought of the possibility. After all, Adam had connections in the police station.

"You only have one chance," Abel said. "I hope you'll choose wisely."

"Can you promise me you won't hurt me?"

"I can promise you that," Benjamin said composedly.

"I promise I won't hurt you too," Abel said coldly.

Alana gulped. "Alright then. I trust Mr. York. But if I tell you the truth, please send me abroad. I don't want to ever come back to Struyria." "That'll be easy," Benjamin said. "If you tell us who the owner of the Imperial Palace is, I'll make sure no one will be able to harm you."

Alana was about to speak when they heard someone shout, "Fire! Fire!"

A bodyguard knocked on the door and yelled, "Fire! We should go, Mr. Abel!"

"Oh no!" Benjamin frowned. "Of all the times..."

Thick smoke seeped through the crack under the door and spread throughout the warehouse.

The people in the warehouse started coughing violently.

Benjamin covered his nose and mouth and said, "There's no time, Abel. We should go!"

Abel picked Alana up and said sternly, "Tell me! Otherwise, this place shall be your grave!"

"Don't leave me alone, I... cough cough!" Alana's words were cut off by thick smoke.

Boom! Flames spread into the warehouse. The bodyguards grabbed the fire extinguishers from the wall and sprayed at the flames. "Mr. Abel, Mr. York, we should go now!"

"Run, Abel! You're not going to make it!" Benjamin yelled while grabbing Abel's wrist.

"There's a window behind us," Abel said. "We'll escape from there!"

"Mr. Abel!" Alana grabbed Abel's leg. "Don't leave me here! Please save me. I'll tell you everything!"

Abel grabbed her by the waist and ran toward the back window.

There were two ventilation windows with fans. Abel and Benjamin grabbed one each and dismantled them.

At the same time, the bodyguards ran toward them.

They took turns to escape through the windows.

The people found themselves in an alley. Not far away from them was the parking lot of Seashell Hotel.

Abel did not plan to go to the parking lot.

He grabbed Alana by the shoulders and asked her, "You said you'll tell me everything."

"Yes!" Alana nodded. "But after that, you and Mr. York have to send me away!"

"No problem." Abel nodded. "Tell me!"

Alana took a deep breath and said, "The owner of the Imperial Palace is..."