The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 272

Let our guys in so that they could check their position,” uttered Abel

“Okay.” Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Benjamin left the room. Before long, Luca and twelve other elite guards came in. Abel dragged a box out of his wardrobe and unlocked it. There were only guns. and ammunition inside.

“Eric, head to my trunk and bring those babies in,” ordered Benjamin.

“Sure thing, Mr. Benjamin.”

Shortly after, Eric came with another box. Benjamin opened it. It was a box full of disassembled sniper rifles. With a few swift motions, Benjamin gathered all the components he needed and

assembled the rifle Abel was amused. It seemed like he wasn’t the only one who was

professionally trained in the room.

“Mr. Benjamin, your identity is getting more and more mysterious,” Abel chimed in.

“This is nothing.” Benjamin tried to aim with the sniper rifle. “My boss is an expert in firearms.”

“Your boss tinkers with these too?”

Yes, Emmeline was a gifted shooter.

“It’s her hobby.” Benjamin smiled. It wasn’t a wrong answer. She did dip her toes into shooting like she did with car racing.

Abel then used a projector to show the guards the layout of Imperial Palace. They talked at length about the rescue route and their respective roles. When the meeting was over, everyone left the study.

Meanwhile, at Nimbus Hotel.

The floor manager ran into Adrien after delivering Abel’s order to The Precipice.

“Mr. Adrien.” The manager bowed.

“Where did you wander off during office hours?” interrogated Adrien.

“I didn’t wander off, sir. I was working.”

“Really? I have been waiting for you for more than an hour.”

“Sir,” The manager defended himself. “I was delivering food to Mr. Abel.”

“Mr. Abel? Where to?”

“The Precipice, his mansion,” answered the manager.

Adrien frowned. Abel was at The Precipice? Moments ago, Adrien paid a visit to Nightfall Cafe to check on the triplets. But what he saw was a notice that read “Temporary Shut Down”. Just when Adrien was wondering where the triplets could be, the manager fetched him an answer. Abel must have taken those kids away to protect them. However, the thought of it didn’t sit well with Adrien. He was their father. If anything, he should be the one protecting them.

Adrien stormed off. He grabbed his car keys and drove to The Precipice. Standing in front of the towering metal gate, he spammed on the doorbell.

“How may I help, sir?” A guard appeared.

“You don’t know me?” Adrien sniggered.

“I don’t I’m new here.”

“Then remember this face. For l am the ever-charming Adrien Ryker.”