Chapter 1306 Adrien Investigates the Surveince Covertly


    “I won’t tell just yet.” Abel’s eyes deepened. “This identity is a bit special, and I won’t mention it unless


    it’s absolutely necessary.”


    “Hubby, you’re not the head of some arms smuggling syndicate, are you?” Emmeline, hugging Abel’s


    arms, probed in a whisper.


    Abel reached out to ruffle her hair, smiling indulgently. “You’re actually pretty close!”


    “Abel,” Lewis immediately scowled, “We can’t engage in illegal activities!”


    “Your father’s right,” Rosaline added with concern. “You mustn’t get involved with criminal


    organizations!”


    “I haven’t. Abel defended himself. “And the boys are still here. Don’t let your imaginations run wild.”


    “So, Daddy.” Timothy blinked his obsidian-like eyes. “What’s your other identity, then?”


    “We’re so curious!” Helios Ryker pouted. “Daddy, please tell us.”


    “Yeah,” Endymion Ryker echoed. “Don’t keep it from us. We want to know!”


    Hesperus chimed in, “I know what Daddy has in mind.”


    “What is it?” Timothy, Helios, and Endymion asked in unison.


    “Daddy wants us to guess!” Hesperus said seriously, pursing his little lips. “Isn’t that right, Daddy?”


    Amused by his sons, Abel affectionately ruffled their heads one by one. “Star is absolutely right. I want


    you all to guess. So, from now on, try and guess what my other identity could be.”Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    “Grandpa, Grandma, Mommy, let’s all guess together!” Timothy urged, and Lewis and Rosaline nodded


    in agreement. “Let’s guess together.”


    However, Emmeline thought otherwise. “You can guess, but not right now. Now, I want you boys to eat


    and take a nap. You can figure it out after you wake up, okay?”


    The four munchkins nodded in unison. “Okay. Let’s guess after our nap. Now, we’ll eat and go to bed.”


    “You boys are so well-behaved!” Rosaline praised as she and Lewis helped the boys to their seats.


    Before long, all the dishes from the two private rooms were served, and the whole family began to


    enjoy their meal.


    Meanwhile, back at Struyria, Adrien brought Lizbeth over to the Ryker Mansion for lunch.


    Officially, he had just taken over as the CEO of the Ryker Group and wasing to report to Oscar


    Ryker.


    Secretly, he was here to discreetly check the surveince and see if there were any suspicious traces


    of the Steiner mother and daughter on Oscar’s birthday.


    Lizbeth was also a well-behaved and sensible girl.


    On the way, she and Adrien had discussed their roles. So, when they arrived at the mansion, Adrien


    talked to Old Mr. Ryker for a while, and then Lizbeth said, “Grandpa. I’ve recently learned a set of


    massage techniques, and Adrien has praised me for being good at it. How about I give you a


    massage?”


    “Well, that sounds good,” Oscar said happily. “My shoulders have been achingtely. No matter how


    much money you have, you can’t avoid getting old and having these aches and pains. Please help me


    with the massage!”


    Lizbeth signaled to Adrien, and he said, “Well, Liz, you give Grandpa a good massage. I’ll go outside


    for a smoke.”


    “Need you go outside?” Oscar questioned. “Is the living room not big enough for you to smoke inside?”


    “Well, Liz and I are nning to have a child, aren’t we?” Adrien argued. “It’s not good for her to take in


    tobo smoke, so I’ll stay away in the garden, where the air is better.”


    “It’s for my great-grandchild, eh?” Oscar nodded approvingly. “Alright, go ahead to the garden. It’ll be a


    while before lunch is ready as well.”


    “Alright.” At that, Adrien winked at Lizbeth. “Give Grandpa a good massage, alright? I’ll get you a gift


    later!”


    “Don’t bother buying,” Oscar said. “Lizbeth, you can just grab a few from my birthday pile.”


    “That won’t do, Grandad,” Lizbeth quickly shook her head. “Your gifts are often worth tens of


    thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions. I dare not just take them casually!”


    “Just take it when I tell you to,” Oscar said. “I don’t need so many, and can you imagine me taking them


    with me to the grave?”


    “Grandad,” Lizbeth disagreed, “don’t say that. You’ll live to be a hundred, even older!”


    “Well, you’ll make this old man happy by picking out some gifts for yourself,” Oscar said. “Take


    whatever you like!”


    “In that case, I’ll dly oblige. Lizbeth was also delighted. Having gifts to choose from was certainly


    worth celebrating.