“That isn’t so hard now, is it?” Rosaline patted her hand. “Men are meant to be used. They are the ones who should protect women. Don’t spoil them and convince them otherwise!”

Emmeline shot Abel, who had lost color in his face, another glance.

She grinned.

“Come, I made you some herb broccoli and pea soup,” Rosaline said. “I’ll have Daisy make sure she gives it to you.”

“Thank you.” Emmeline felt tears well up in her eyes. “You’re so good to me.”

“How else would I treat you? You’re my grandsons’ mother, my son’s wife. We’re a family. Who else would I play nice with if not you.”

Emmeline smiled sweetly as she nodded.

Once Rosaline and Lewis left, Daisy served her the soup.

Both Abel and Benjamin left behind three of their men before taking their leave as well.

Abel returned to the Ryker Group.

He immediately had his secretary look into Evelyn’s number once he got back into his office.

He then made a call from his phone.

Abel’s call frightened Evelyn.

She was currently in Flynn’s home.

The Murphy family also had real estate businesses in Struyria. Flynn had several estates under his name.

Why was Abel suddenly giving her a call?

Her heart thudded in her chest.

She would’ve been happy to see his number if she hadn’t plotted against Emmeline.

Having him call her now put her in a state of fear.

Does Abel suspect me of something? How is he so perceptive?

She felt apprehension but still answered the call.

“Mr. Abel?” She tried to calm herself and said in her gentlest tone. “Why the sudden call?”

“I heard you’ve taken over the Murphy family’s business here in Struyria.” He scoffed. “Is there something wrong with me contacting you for business matters, Ms. Evelyn?”

She sighed in relief at his words.

That’s right. I’m the supervisor of the family business here. Of course, Abel would contact me.

“You’ve come to the right place,” she said hastily. “What do you need, Mr. Abel?”

“I have something I need to discuss with you in person, Ms. Evelyn. I’ll have to ask that you drop by the Ryker Group.”

“You want to discuss…” She muttered. “What would you like to talk about, Mr. Abel?”

“Wow. Business, obviously. If you don’t get what I’m trying to say, get Flynn on the phone instead!”

“I understand, Mr. Abel!” She hurriedly tried to placate him. “My brother is out right now. I’ll be right there.”

“Good.” He sounded indifferent. “I have an hour. You’ll have to be quick about it.”

“Of course. See you soon.”

The moment the call was over, she hurried to fix her makeup and dressed herself in a long, pink dress.

She was now an elegant woman, dignified and magnanimous.

She finished with a thin layer of lipstick.

She then drove as quickly as she could to the Ryker Group.

Abel checked the time when she finally arrived at his office on the eighty-ninth floor.

“Mr. Abel.” Evelyn smiled sweetly. “I hope I’m not late.”

“You’re fine.” Abel was indifferent. “Take a seat, Ms. Evelyn.”

“What did you want to talk about, Mr. Abel?” She gracefully took a seat.

“Falmouth.” He narrowed his eyes and got straight to the point.

There was a slight shift in her expression. “Falmouth? The Murphy family doesn’t own any businesses there.”

“Really?”

His eyes were cold. “I’m going to need to think about it. Has there been any new projects in Falmouth recently?”

Evelyn looked uncertain. Her face gradually lost its color.

It was fortunate that she wore thick makeup on her face but the panic flitting through her eyes did not go unnoticed.

Is it really her?

“Why do you ask, Mr. Abel?”

“Why do you think, Ms. Evelyn?”

“Why would I know? I don’t have your experience, Mr. Abel.”

A dangerous look flashed in his eyes.

“I assume you know about Emma getting into a car accident in Falmouth, Ms. Evelyn?”