The tea room in the Nimbus Hotelâs first-floor lobby was designed with hotel guestsâ needs in mind.
Rosaline picked this location because it was quiet and there were fewer chances she would run into acquaintances.
After she finished the last action scene and changed her clothes, Emmeline rode her bike to the Nimbus Hotel. She noticed Rosaline was waiting for her when she entered the tea room.
Rosaline had her hair pulled back in a loose bun and was wearing an elegant red dress. Apparently, she looked elegant and someone from a privileged background.
Emmeline sat down opposite Rosaline.
The tea artisan next to them poured two cups of tea for them before she stepped away.
Emmeline took the initiative to call Rosaline, who was older than her, in a respectful manner, âAuntie Rosaline, what did you want to see me about?â
Rosaline went straight to the point and chided coldly, âI want you to stay away from Abel. Youâve caused him a lot of trouble!â
Rosalineâs statement astounded Emmeline, she was surprised Rosaline would say this. She said with a smile, âAuntie Rosaline, I think you misunderstood. I have never bothered Abel.â
âAbel is going to be kicked out of the Ryker Group because of you!â
Emmeline was startled and exclaimed, âWhat? What happened?â
âAbel saved you with 300 million from the group. He signed a military order with his grandfather. Now, the companyâs cash flow has been severely impacted, and his grandpa wants to execute the military order to make him leave the company with nothing!â
Emmeline was at a loss for words. She was dumbfounded.
I was aware that Abel had spent 300 million dollars of his companyâs money, but I wasnât expecting him to encounter so many issues. In a typical scenario, Ryker Groupâs cash flow wouldnât be disrupted by 300 million dollars. Other funding sources must have bad a problem at this crucial time.
âAbel went through five years of hellish training abroad to become the chosen successor of the Ryker Group. Now heâs ruined because of you. Emmeline, what would you like me to say?â
Emmelineâs face turned horrifyingly pale, but she maintained her composure and said, âAuntie Rosaline, donât worry. This problem can be solved.â
âResolved?â Rosaline scoffed, âJust by your words? Itâs more complicated than just talking your way out of it! How can I not feel worried?â
Emmeline said, âIâm saying this issue can be resolved, and Iâm not spouting nonsense!â
Rosaline yelled in rage, âHow are you going to resolve this? Could you persuade my father to reconsider, or can you solve the 300 million dollar problem for Abel?â
âWhat do you want me to do?â Emmeline asked coldly.
Rosaline snorted, âHumph! Youâve got quite the nerve!â
âAuntie Rosaline, Iâm serious.â
âEmmeline, is there something wrong with you?â
âCan you persuade the old man, or can you come up with 300 million dollars?â Rosaline shouted furiously as she slammed the table in front of Emmeline canât!â Emmeline coldly retorted, but her pride shone through her features.
Rosaline was disgusted with her. She scolded, âWhat the hell are you talking about? Youâre shameless!
I canât believe Abel would fall for you!â
Emmeline said proudly, âI canât fix this, but what about the Wonder Doctor? Do you think the doctor is capable of fixing this?â
âWonder Doctor?â Rosaline narrowed her eyes.
She was aware of Oscarâs belief in the Wonder Doctor and was informed of the doctorâs absurdly high consultation rates, which began at millions. The Rykers alone had given her ten million dollars twice.
The Wonder Doctor only accepted cases from the worldâs most powerful and influential individuals. The doctor had made far more than just 300 million per year.
Rosaline remained silent.
âYou have to decide between the 300 million dollars and persuading old Mr. Ryker.â
Rosaline could tell Emmeline was not joking because of the cold, serious expression on her face.
How did Emmeline know about Wonder Doctor and ask for his help? This was beyond my understanding. That being said, I shouldnât be worried about that now. My purpose is to solve Abelâs problem and make Emmeline leave my son.
Rosaline said, â300 million. I donât want to beg him.â
Emmeline nodded, âAll right, but on one condition.â