Chapter 502


    "What are youughing at?" Emmeline touched her false mustache anxiously. "Is this crooked?"


    "No, no, it''s not."


    "Then it''s the eyebrows, isn''t it? What''s wrong with them?" She gingerly brushed at her cosmetically-


    enhanced bushy brows.


    "Your eyebrows are fine, Ms. Louise."


    "Then?" Emmeline waited on the stairs for Sam to reply. If her disguise wascking in some way, she


    would not dare set foot out the door. It would be disastrous if Abel managed to see past her subterfuge.


    He kept all women at arms'' length; if he discovered that "Emmett" was really a female, he would have


    nothing to do with her.


    "Well…" Sam covered her mouth and lowered her voice. "There used to be rumors around Struyria that


    Mr. Abel''s orientation was somewhat questionable. If you get close to him, Ms. Louise, you''ll be


    enabling him in that direction, won''t you?"


    "I don''t have time to worry about that," Emmeline answered. "I need to get close enough to him so that


    I can try and make him see the light; I can''t allow Evelyn to get her ws into him."


    "That''s true," Sam mused thoughtfully. "After all, who knows how long it''s going to take to find an


    antidote?"


    "Alright, I''m heading out." Emmeline nced at her watch. "Abel shouldn''t be too busy at this time."


    "Here are your car keys." Sam opened a drawer and fished out the keys to the Bugatti. "Mr. Benjamin


    brought them over first thing this morning in person. He wanted to go upstairs to see you, but I told him


    you were still sleeping. He left after that."


    "Don''t forget to y matchmaker for him and Janie," Emmeline reminded. "Find an opportunity or


    create one."


    "No worries. I''ve got this." Sam shed a wide grin. "Janie''s a good person."


    "Oh, that reminds me." Emmeline was just about to leave when she turned around again.


    "Did you forget something, Ms. Louise?" Sam nced around, trying to spot what Emmeline might


    have forgotten.


    "No." Emmeline strode over to Sam and scrutinized her expression. "How are things between you and


    Luca, by the way?"


    "Huh?" Sam flushed a beautiful shade of pink. "I don''t think he''s even thought about that!"


    "True," Emmeline said thoughtfully, nodding slowly. "Luca doesn''t really have any reason toe over


    here and see you, does he now? I''ll help you figure something out."


    "Ms. Louise!" Sam covered her face with her hands, thoroughly embarrassed.


    Emmeline burst outughing and was out the door the next minute.


    On the 89th floor of the Ryker Group building, Abel went back to his office after finishing a meeting and


    sat down. He had just poured himself a ss of water and was about to take a sip when his phone


    rang. He nced at the disy and saw the caller was "Em".


    Em? Ahh yes, now he remembered; that was the young man from yesterday whose car had knocked


    into his. That had been their only encounter, yet the brat had the cheek to consider him a "friend!"


    Furthermore, he had promised to let the boy buy him a drink today.


    The more Abel thought about it, the more reluctant he felt, but it would not do to go back on his word.


    "Mr. Ryker! It''s me, Emmett!" Em''s bright, cheerful voice came over the line. "Em, from yesterday, in


    case you''ve forgotten. You promised you''d let me buy you drinks today!"


    "Ahh, yes." Abel sipped at his water. "I haven''t forgotten."


    "I''m at the za down here," Emmeline answered. "The security guards wouldn''t let me park, so I''ve


    left the car engine running."


    "The za?" Abel got up and went to the window. It was too far down to see clearly, so he picked up


    the telescope on the window sill and peered through it. There was indeed a gray car on the za; no


    cars were allowed to park there. "I see. Wait for me there; I''ll be down in a few minutes."


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    "Where should we go, though?" Emmeline wondered.


    "Where would you like to go?" Abel replied. "You''re still a youngster, so I''ll go where you suggest."


    Emmeline was briefly at a loss for words. I''m a youngster? I have a mustache, thank you very much!


    "How about the Imperial Pce?" She really couldn''t think of anywhere that might be good for a few


    drinks.


    "That''s not an appropriate ce for you to be." Abel stared at the gray car through the telescope lens; it


    seemed to be another Bugatti.


    Which family did this rich young brat belong to?


    Abel ran through possibilities in his mind, trying to identify who the boy''s parents and grandparents


    might be. From the looks of things, they were at least equal to the Rykers in terms of wealth and


    prestige. However, he could not recall another family like that in Struyria.


    This youngster needed investigating. His appearance on the scene was just a little too abrupt.


    With that, Abel put down the telescope and pressed the inte connected to his assistant''s room.


    Luca came in a few momentster.


    Abel hung up the call and told Luca about his suspicions. "Check and see which family this young brat


    is from, then inform me."


    "Alright, Mr. Abel."


    After Luca left the room, Abel called "Em" again.