Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Chapter 1411 Getting Wiser

“I hope you understand. Abel narrowed his cold eyes and continued, “I only require you to work diligently. Don’t ask about anything else.”

“I… I didn’t mean anything.” Alana trembled in fear as she called him. “Abe.”

“Call me Mr. Ryker!”

“Alright, Mr. Ryker, Alana completely surrendered.

“Also,” Abel said as he pointed at his desk, ‘don’t touch any of the papers on my desk. I don’t need you to clean up for me!”

“But, Mr. Ryker,” Alana took a quick glance at him and continued, “it will be messy if it’s not cleaned up.”

“That’s none of your concern, Abel responded. “I know how to tidy up. Plus, I’ll call the cleaner if cleaning is needed.”

Alana couldn’t hold back her frustration. However, she quickly put on a sweet smile and said. “Abe… Mr. Ryker, let me make you some tea.”

Abel was too lazy to argue further. He waved his hand impatiently while sitting in his chair.

Alana didn’t understand the implication of his gesture. She picked up his cup and hurried to the pantry.

“Hey! That’s Mr. Yendall’s daughter.”

When Alana came out of the pantry, she heard the female workers behind her whisper to one another.

“Didn’t Scott divorce his wife? Weren’t his wife and his daughter supposed to be in Vlens?”

“They didn’t actually get divorced. They had been fighting for years. I heard that his wife is formidable and managed to drive off his prospective second wife.”

“Yeah, I heard the woman married a director from the Labor Bureau. Only then did Scott give up and bring both of them here.”

“Well, people will only get wiser as their age grows.”

“Hahaha! You have such a way with words.

“What do you expect? Here comes another one who doesn’t know her place!”

The female workers sneered at Alana while looking at her retreating figure.

“Yeah, everyone can see that Scott’s power has waned. He’s trying to ensnare Abel with his daughter!”

“What kind of person is Abel? He’s a ruthless character; he won’t fall for their tricks!”

“With so many beautiful girls in the factory, not one has ever caught Abel’s a his daughter in this manner is nothing short of inviting trouble, isn’t it?”

“Well, you never know. Proximity begets affection…”

When Alana returned to the office, Abel was about to leave.

Scout’s arrangement of

“Mr. Ryker, your tea is ready,” she said hurriedly.

“Leave it there,” Abel said with a cold face. I’m going to the workshop.”

Before Alana could react, he strode past her, sweeping out the door with a gust of cold wind.

Four of the six assembly lines in three large workshops operated normally, while two were under maintenance.

After the temporary workers were laid off, there were still about 360 people in the four workshops.

Once the personnel arrangements settled down, the inauguration ceremony could be held next month.

Abel hoped that day would arrive smoothly because it was a special day for him–it was Emmeline’s birthday.

Entering the first workshop, he remained composed as he inspected each station.

Lorren Tobes, the workshop manager in his forties, hurried over and greeted, “Mr. Ryker!”

Abel nodded in response.

Then, Lorren gave a polite smile to the person behind Abel.

Abel turned around in confusion, only to find Alana behind him!

“Who asked you to follow me?” His face darkened.

“I came to learn.” Alana replied softly. She leaned closer to him while smiling and nodding to the workers in the workshop. It was as if she presented hersell as a duti wife.

Abel couldn’t be bothered to pay her any attention. He turned to Lorren and said, “Inform all the workshop managers and quality inspectors to gather in my office for a meeting NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

He then turned around and walked away with long strides.

Alana followed closely, keeping up with him as they left the workshop.

Within five or six minutes, all the workshop managers and quality inspectors had arrived at Abel’s. They took their seats on the sofa.

With a stern face, Abel ordered Alana, “Make some tea”

“I have made it for you,” Alana replied.

“I don’t like that tea,” he said coldly.

Then, which one should I use?” Alana then asked anxiously.

“There’s a shop called Lorrain Tea House on Bridge Road,” Abel said. “They have Benoz there.”

“Bridge Road is quite far. Alana hesitated as she continued, “I can ask Luca—”

“Luca is my chauffeur, not yours,” Abel snapped.

Alana’s expression changed as she responded, “Alright then, but it will take about an Tour

“That’s fine.” He nodded. “Even if it takes the whole day, it’ll be fine.”

His words caught her aback.