Chapter 661


    "..." Adam was confused.


    Why would Abel ask him out for a drink for no reason?


    What farce was this?


    Have I messed with Abel at all recently?


    His train of thought gave him some confidence.


    "Sure, where to?"


    "How about the Imperial Pce?" Abel smiled coldly.


    "Imperial Pce?"


    It''s my turf. I''d have the advantage there.


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    Adam immediately answered, "The Imperial Pce it is. It''s a fun ce."


    "Okay." Abel nodded. "I''ll see you at Section A in half an hour."


    "Let''s go to Section C instead." Adam smiled wryly. "I''ll get you some girls."


    "I''m not interested," Abel said coldly. "Section A will do."


    He hung up before Adam could respond.


    He then called up the internal line. "You''reing with me to the Imperial Pce, Luca."


    "Yes, sir." Luca notified the bodyguards.


    It took three seconds to assemble everyone.


    Adam was currently at the Imperial Pce.


    He had cleaned up, got dressed in a white suit, and left for Section A with a few bodyguards in tow.


    He pretended he had just arrived when Abel showed up. He tossed his coat onto the couch.


    "Come, sit. What would you like to drink today? Drinks on me."


    "Whiskey." Abel sat down arrogantly as he loosened his tie.


    The action had Adam flinching.


    That was a habit Abel would perform whenever he wanted to pick a fight.


    Adam sucked in a breath in anticipation.


    "You look nervous, Adam," Abel''s words were casual. "What''s wrong?"


    "Really?" Adam''s lips twitched. "What would I need to be nervous about?"


    "Hm." Abel smiled wryly. "Here I thought you''ve done something to cross me again."


    "You''re joking." Adam scoffed. "We''re brothers. Why would I try anything with you?"


    "Good. We wouldn''t be brothers otherwise."


    Adam''s countenance turned cold. "I''m sure you aren''t here just to drink, are you?"


    "I told you I was frustrated." Abel curled his finger at the bartender. "Hurry up!"


    The bartender immediately replied, "Yes, sir!"


    "Why are you frustrated?" Adam asked. "Youe to me to vent because you''re frustrated? That''s


    new. Tell me, what''s got you stuck in a bind?"


    "It''s Emma." He frowned. "She got into a car ident."


    "She was in a car ident?" That took Adam aback. "How is she? Is she hurt? Was she badly


    injured?"


    Abel narrowed his eyes.


    Adam''s reaction seemed genuine.


    He was sincere in his worry.


    "Thank the lucky stars that she''s a professional racer. She got out with only a few scraps. But there are


    a few things strange with the incident."


    "Just tell me." Adam''s expression was sullen. "What''s going on?"


    "Emma was lured to Falmouth through a burner phone number. She got herself nked by two vehicles


    on the expressway which caused the ident. Those two cars were well-prepared in advance. As far


    as she can tell, the drivers were also professional racers. I''m frustrated because I want to know what


    kind of person would plot against her and go so far as to want her dead?"


    Adam immediately got to his feet. "Are you suspecting me of something, Abel?"


    "It''s not that simple." Abel smiled coldly. "My main suspect is Evelyn Murphy but she doesn''t have the


    means to n so far as to hire racers here in Struyria."


    "So, you still suspect me." Adam sat back down, indignant. "I''m upset that Emmeline was hurt. This has


    nothing to do with me. She''s still my sister-inw. I wouldn''t target her just for Evelyn''s sake."


    "I considered that myself," Abel said. "Why would you do such a risky thing for Evelyn? Why would you


    target Emmeline?"