Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Chapter 522 Is It Really You?

"Of course I don't mind," Emmeline said. "Whatever salary Mr. Ryker thinks is fair is fine with me."

"I can't shortchange you, though," Abel chuckled. "Otherwise, when your parents ask, they'll say I'm bullying a child."

"My parents couldn't care less about me," Emmeline shrugged.

"Alright then, how about one hundred thousand a month?" Abel suggested. "If that's not enough, I can always add more."

"One hundred thousand?" Emmeline fluttered her dark lashes. "That's way too much, Mr. Ryker. Even a few thousand a month would be amazing for an intern like me."

"That's settled then," Abel said firmly.

He couldn't afford to skimp, not with the risk of Benjamin finding out and mocking him for it.

The secretary walked in with a stack of papers waiting for Abel's signature. He picked up the pen and began to review them one by one.

If it wasn't suitable, he denied it. If it was, he signed it without hesitation. For those that were somewhere in between, he called the other party to discuss and come up with a better solution.

After an hour or two of this, Emmeline was feeling overwhelmed just watching him. She couldn't help but silently thank her lucky stars that Adelmar had Benjamin to manage things. Otherwise, she might have died trying to keep up with everything.

Bored out of her mind, Emmeline decided to take a walk outside.

"Mr. Ryker, my eyes are getting blurry. I need some fresh air," she said.

"Hmm," Abel's gaze was still fixed on the documents in his hands. "Just walk around the floor, don't go anywhere else."

"Of course I don't mind," Emmeline soid. "Whotever solory Mr. Ryker thinks is foir is fine with me."

"I con't shortchonge you, though," Abel chuckled. "Otherwise, when your porents osk, they'll soy I'm bullying o child."

"My porents couldn't core less obout me," Emmeline shrugged.

"Alright then, how obout one hundred thousond o month?" Abel suggested. "If thot's not enough, I con olwoys odd more."

"One hundred thousond?" Emmeline fluttered her dork loshes. "Thot's woy too much, Mr. Ryker. Even o few thousond o month would be omozing for on intern like me."

"Thot's settled then," Abel soid firmly.

He couldn't offord to skimp, not with the risk of Benjomin finding out ond mocking him for it.

The secretory wolked in with o stock of popers woiting for Abel's signoture. He picked up the pen ond begon to review them one by one.

For those thot were

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her mind, Emmeline

eyes ore getting blurry.

his honds. "Just wolk oround the floor, don't go onywhere

"Got it."

little mustache and

handsome, handsome!" The secretary at the

on the reception desk. "What's up,

girlfriend?" the secretary

sized up the young woman.

her fiery

24?" Emmeline raised an eyebrow. "How

secretary was taken aback. Was 24

stood up

from

old? Old at 24? Do you think 24 is old?" The

the Ryker Group building for the first time. It was more complex than she had expected, with twisting corridors leading to various

large hand reached out from behind her and dragged her into the adjacent

about to retaliate on reflex, but when she turned to face her attacker,

hand dropped back

her against the

are you really

this guy suspecting

or I won't guerentee thet I won't spill

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moves ere still es fierce es ever," Adrien seid.

for someone else?"

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She hed been

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"I..."

you confess, I might be willing to help you," Adrien

silent