“Get out of my way,” it was Waylon Adelmar’s cold, calm voice that addressed the bodyguards surrounding Abel. The bodyguards, including Janie, were stunned by the authority in the man’s voice and immediately moved to the side. Waylon immediately grabbed Abel by the arm and pierced his chest with a tiny, almost invisible silver needle.

“What are you doing?!” Luca yelled.

“Take him inside,” Waylon ordered. “He’ll need surgery if we wait any longer.” He instructed the guard to open the front doors.

“Mr. Waylon, Master Adelmar said they’re not welcomed here,” the guard informed him.

“This man’s stomach is bleeding out. Do you really want him to die in front of our gates?” Waylon challenged, leaving the poor guard caught between a rock and a hard place.

“How do I address you?” Abel asked weakly as he looked at the man who had just stuffed needles inside him. He was a tall man with handsome features, no younger than thirty-five or six.

“I’m Waylon Adelmar,” the man said. “And you must be Abel Ryker, I presume?”

“That’s right,” Abel managed.

“The three kids look very much like you,” Waylon added. “I see where they get their good genes from.”

Abel corrected. “Emma’s

from my father… Please go inside first, Mr. Ryker. Your

Mr. Adelmar,”

to thank me,” Waylon said. “I’m your brother after all. It’s my father who has a bone to pick with

protect Emma well enough,” Abel said with sadness in his eyes. “I will apologize to the old man as soon as I see him,

father refused to see you,” Waylon’s expression darkened. “Let’s

what

cutting Abel off.

sleeping for the past ten days, only to hear those five brutal words from

told Luca. “We’re still

along behind closely. The cars travelled down a windy path shaded by tall trees and passed

Janie to carry an unconscious Abel. A woman dressed in a maid’s uniform came rushing from the building to greet

message. “Why don’t you bring Mr. Abel to the lounge

you for

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