Ambush of the Quadruplets

Chapter 1340

Chapter 1340 The Golden Child

Everyone arrived at the third-floor living room, and indeed, the dining table was filled with a dazzling

array of dishes.

The entire room was filled with the appetizing aroma of food, making everyone’s mouths water.

They all sat down to start their meal.

Ring, ring, ring… Emmeline’s phone ráng.

She picked it up and saw that it was her father, Maxwell, calling.

Why is Marwell calling me at this time? Did something happen?

Emmeline stood up with her phone and walked to the window to answer the call, and Maxwell’s voice

came from the other end, “Emma, are you available?”

“Dad,” Emmeline replied, “We’re having a dinner party right now.”

“I see. Maxwell said, “Your brother and his wife are visiting, and I wanted to invite you and Abel to join

us for dinner.”

Could we do it another day, Dad?” Emmeline asked.

In actuality, Emmeline genuinely wanted to meet Ethan and Grace upon hearing the invite.

They might not have achieved great success, but they had always looked out for her. Moreover, Ethan

grew up spoiling her, especially after they lost their mother. He had been the one taking care of her.

“What I’m trying to say is that your Auntie Alondra and I talked, and we thought it’s time to hand Louise

Corporation to your brother,” Maxwell explained. “It’s time I step back and enjoy retirement.”

“You’re thinking along the right lines, Emmeline said, “Ethan’s pretty good at managing a business, and

it shows in Adelmar Group. Besides, you can’t expect to bring the business with you to the grave, can

you? You might as well leave it to Ethan and enjoy the retirement life.”

“You’re right. That’s why your Auntie Alondra and I have both come to that conclusion and asked your

brother to come over and talk things through,” Maxwell replied..

“How about this?” Emmeline said. “You guys talk about it over dinner, and Abel and I will head over a

while later.”

“Alright,” Maxwell replied happily. “I’ll go ahead and tell your brother. You and Able come over when

you’re done.”

“I will,” Emmeline assured him. “We’ve just served the food here, so we’ll eat for a bit and head over to

your place.”

“Sounds good,” Maxwell concluded the call.

Emmeline put away her phone and walked to the dining table, explaining the situation to Abel.

“That’s wonderful,” Abel remarked. “It’s about time Ethan took over Louise Corporation, lest Alondra

causes any more trouble.”

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“Alondra has behaved herself now,” Emmeline said. “She has no children of her own, and with Alana

gone, she realizes that she has to stay put in the Louise family and take care of my dad in his old age.

Ethan and I certainly won’t mistreat her.”

“In that case, both Adelmar Group and Ryker Group should support Ethan,” Waylon suggested. “After

all, Ethan is Emma’s biological brother.”

“You and Ben are also my biological brothers, Emmeline smiled. “Without all of you, I might have

turned into a pile of bones by now.”

“Let’s not dwell on the past,” Doris interjected. “We’re here to eat, and later, Emma and Mr. Abel have

to head to Emma’s father’s later.”

At that. Sam quickly started serving food to Emmeline. Abel did the same. Then Waylon, Benjamin, and NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Doris also piled food onto her plate. Luca, seeing everyone else doing it, couldn’t stay idle and joined

in, serving food to Emmeline as well.

Just like that, Emmeline’s plate quickly filled up.

“Are you all trying to overfeed me?”

“We put in so much effort to prepare this feast, Abel said. “You should at least take a few more bites.

“Yeah, Luca added boldly. “Ms. Emmeline, you should try these sticky glazed ribs. I made them myself

Emmeline laughed. “I haven’t tried Luca’s cooking yet, so let me taste it!”

She picked up a piece of the sticky glazed ribs and took a bite.

The others, especially Sam, watched her closely, curious about how Luca’s dish would taste.

After a few bites, Emmeline’s face lit up with delight. “Oh my, it’s delicious! Sam, you’re in for a treat!”

Sam blushed and breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that her chosen man had passed the test.

“Give the stuffed roast pork I made a try,” Waylon suggested. “See if it matches the standard southern

cuisine?”