Chapter 503


    "The line identally got cut off earlier. Where did you say you wanted to go?" Abel asked "Emmett".


    Emmeline pursed her lips and stared up at the 89-story building. "I said, why isn''t it appropriate for me


    to go to the Imperial Pce?" Obviously, she was unable to see Abel standing at the window watching


    her, but if he could see her from way up there on the 89th floor, his eyesight was truly incredible.


    "The Imperial Pce is a mixed bag of decent people and society scum," Abel replied, still looking at


    the tiny gray matchbox on the za that was the Bugatti. "It''s not advisable for fresh-faced boys to go


    there."


    This left Emmeline at a loss for words for a few seconds. "But you''ll be with me, right, Mr. Ryker? I''ll just


    look around the ce with you; wouldn''t that be ok?"


    Abel gave this due consideration and concluded that since this brat was a young man after all, there


    was no harm in taking him there just for a look. "Alright then," he replied. "I''ll be down right away."


    "Okay! I''m waiting in the car, Mr. Ryker!" Emmeline ended the call, grinning broadly.


    This infuriating man was quite approachable and warm, after all.


    About ten minutester, Abel exited the building, his suit jacket tossed over one shoulder.


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    "Mr. Ryker!" Emmeline stuck an arm out the window of the car and waved enthusiastically. "Over here!"


    Abel headed over and scrutinized the good-looking youth in the driver''s seat. Emmett was still dressed


    entirely in ck, from his silk shirt to his well-tailored pants. His white tie was the only ssh of color in


    his outfit. All in all, he was extremely personable, with his clean-cut appearance and neat mustache.


    Abel could not help smiling faintly. Having a youngster like Emmett tagging around his heels like a little


    brother would be rather amusing.


    "What are you smiling at, Mr. Ryker?" Emmeline blew at the ends of her mustache, looking decidedly


    roguish.


    "Nothing," Abel answered. "Go ahead. I''ll follow you in my car once my chauffeur drives out of the


    parking lot."


    "Alright," Emmeline said sunnily. "I''ll see you at the Imperial Pce then."


    "Mm." Abel nodded. "Be a little more careful on the road; don''t drive too aggressively."


    "Okay, Mr. Ryker!" Emmeline''s gray Bugatti zipped out of the za, heedless of Abel''s warning.


    "Brat," Abel chuckled, shaking his head.


    It was around half an hourter when Emmeline arrived at the Imperial Pce and parked the Bugatti


    in the basement parking lot. Abel''s Rolls-Royce followed shortly after, the chauffeur letting Abel and


    Luca out of the car before going to park.


    "Where should we go now, Mr. Ryker?" Emmeline strode over, one hand slipped into her pocket.


    "Let''s head to Section A," Abel decided. "The services offered there are lessplex."


    Emmeline knew that by "lessplex services," he meant that there were no "special escort services"


    or the like. "Very well, I''ll go with what you suggest, Mr. Ryker." She followed Abel into the lift that went


    to Section A.


    After they exited and went down a walkway, they were abruptly confronted by a scene of riotous


    nightlife, with people hustling and bustling everywhere.


    "Wow!" Emmeline pped her hands together. "It''s so happening here!"


    Abel narrowed his eyes on her. "Listen, boy, you''d better not give your parents reason to think I''ve sent


    you off the straight and narrow path."


    "Of course not! Why would they think so?" Emmeline stroked her mustache. "I''m old enough to


    consider getting married, even!"


    "Do you have a girlfriend then?" Abel lit a cigarette. Catching Emmeline''s eyes on him, he blew out a


    smoke ringzily before remarking, "You''re still a youngster. Don''t start smoking."


    Emmeline nodded obediently before answering Abel''s question. "I don''t have a girlfriend. I''m really not


    interested in rtionships like that."


    "Hah!" Abel gave a snort ofughter. "Well then, what are you interested in?"


    "Fun!" Emmeline deliberately opened her eyes wide. "I like having fun like this with you, Mr. Ryker. Isn''t


    it exciting? It''s much better than having a girlfriend! You have no idea how annoying women are. My


    mom''s always nagging at my dad and suspects him of having affairs all the time. The minute she gets a


    whiff of perfume on him, it''s the end of the world. No thank you; I''m scared of rtionships now if that''s


    what''s going to happen."


    Abelughed heartily at this. Even Luca and Abel''s bodyguard, who were following behind them, could


    not help being amused.


    Luca thought to himself, Are women really so annoying?


    He hadn''t thought of young Sam as annoying at all; in fact, being together with her was absolutely


    blissful. The only problem was that Mr. Abel kept him so busy he didn''t have the opportunity to develop


    his rtionship with her.


    Betweenughter and chatting, they arrived at the main hall of the Imperial Pce and sat down at a


    table near the stage. The servers hurried over to take their orders.


    "Mr. Ryker," Emmeline asked in the manner of a young, inexperienced innocent, "What do you suggest


    we drink?"