The Quadruplets Are Mine?
Chapter 845

Emmeline suggested, "Adam, it would be better for me to get the report first and bring it back for Abel's review."

"Then I should go replace Abel myself," Adam countered. "It'll be quicker that way."

"It's not convenient for Abel," Emmeline explained. "Let me handle it on your behalf."

"What's wrong with Abel?" Adam scoffed. "Is he hiding something? Is he injured by the gang?"

"Not!" Emmeline retorted, blocking his path. "Where do you think you're going?"

"It's not ideal," Adam sneered. "There was an incident at the imperial palace some time ago. Rumor has it that international mercenaries were hired, and some suspect that Abel was involved behind the scenes. If the president of the Ryker Group is connected to criminal activities, it will spell trouble for the company!"

Emmeline remained silent, but she could not help but feel that Adam was not taking the matter too seriously.

Regardless, Abel and Benjamin had attacked the imperial palace without revealing their identities.

Moreover, the police station was also secretly involved in covering up the incident.

Even if Adam knew of Abel's involvement, he had no intention of getting himself entangled in it.

What concerned him more was that delving deeper into this matter could potentially expose him to undesirable consequences.

"I've also heard about the attack on the imperial palace by the criminal organization," Oscar remarked as he furrowed his eyebrows. "I haven't been able to uncover the mastermind behind it, but if it turns out to be a prominent businessman, the repercussions will be significant."

"Old Mr. Ryker, there's no need to worry," Emmeline reassured, wearing a smile. "Abel would never get involved in such matters. Please rest assured." "Hmph!" Adam sneered. "Only he knows if he's involved with it."

"People may forget about their mistakes," Oscar mused impressively. "When I established the Ryker Group, I didn't always adhere to the straight path."

"I don't care about that," Adam replied, his face cold. "Call Abel and ask him to approve my bidding application. Otherwise, I'll replace him myself at The Precipice." Emmeline was speechless.

This seemed impossible. Abel was still recovering in the ice water.

While she was worrying, Emmeline's phone suddenly rang.

She glanced down and to her surprise, it was Abel calling.

Emmeline's heart leaped with joy. Could it be that Abel had regained consciousness?

She quickly answered the call.

As expected, Abel's deep and composed voice came through the line. "Emma, are you at the Ryker Group?"

"Abel," Emmeline's eyes welled up with tears, her voice choked with emotion.

She sniffled, put the phone on speaker and pretended nothing was wrong, and replied, "I was just about to call you, but you beat me to it."

"Tell me," Abel's voice sounded strong, lacking any hint of weakness. "I'm listening,"

"Adam wants to bid for the imperial palace," Emmeline explained. "Can you approve his application so that he can secure the necessary funds?"

"He needs to follow a procedure," Abel stated. "Tell him to submit a business feasibility report, which will then be reviewed and approved by the board of directors. Without their approval, the funds cannot be allocated."

"Alright, I'll let him know," Emmeline replied.

After ending the call, Emmeline turned to face Adam. "Adam, did you hear everything?"

Adam was speechless.

An imperial palace business feasibility report?

Did they expect him to include illegal activities like drugs, arms, and pornography?

But how could he, with his limited traditional business knowledge, come up with a viable project?

"Grandpa," Adam pleaded, placing his last hope in Oscar. "You have to help me with this. If I can get the imperial palace, my business will thrive!"

"Let's follow Abel's suggestion," Oscar stated authoritatively. "Bidding for the imperial palace involves a substantial investment and carries significant risks." His final hope was shattered as well.

Could he ever reclaim the imperial palace?

"Old Mr. Ryker," Emmeline smiled, trying to change the subject. "I've learned how to make dessert recently. I can bring some for you some other day."

"That sounds wonderful!" Oscar went out of his office with his hands clasped behind his back.

Adam followed him.

She learned how to make dessert from the pastry chef to curry favor with Oscar.

As they walked towards the door, Adam glanced back at Emmeline.

Her graceful silhouette was illuminated by a soft golden glow from the window, radiating a stunning beauty.

Adam's heart trembled with a mixture of resentment, greed, and helplessness.