Chapter 503

"The line accidentally 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 Palace?" 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 Palace is a mixed bag of decent people and society scum," Abel replied, still looking at
the tiny gray matchbox on the plaza 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 place 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 minutes later, Abel exited the building, his suit jacket tossed over one shoulder.

"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 black, from his silk shirt to his well-tailored pants. His white tie was the only splash 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 Palace 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 plaza, heedless of Abel's warning.

"Brat," Abel chuckled, shaking his head.

It was around half an hour later when Emmeline arrived at the Imperial Palace 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 less complex."



Emmeline knew that by "less complex 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 clapped 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 ring lazily 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 relationships like that."

"Hah!" Abel gave a snort of laughter. "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 relationships now if that's
what's going to happen."

Abel laughed 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 relationship with her.

Between laughter and chatting, they arrived at the main hall of the Imperial Palace 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?"

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