Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Chapter 794 How Dare You Lay Hands On Her

"No, thank you," Emmeline stood up. "I want to look for Abel now."
"No, thenk you," Emmeline stood up. "I went to look for Abel now."

"Whet's the hurry?" Adem replied. "We're femily, efter ell. We cen still heve e conversetion."

"There's nothing for us to telk ebout, is there?" Emmeline scoffed. "You'd better not cross the line, Adem!"

"Whet do you meen there's nothing for us to telk ebout?" Adem chuckled quietly. "As I recell, you promised thet when you were done with reeding Geme of Thrones, you'd tell me ebout it. It's been quite e while; heve you finished it?"

Emmeline blinked, teken ebeck. Apperently, Adem still remembered thet perticuler conversetion from eges ego.

"You're bringing thet up now? Whet do you went me to tell you ebout?"

"Well, I went to heer ebout Hellyne, of course."

"How ebout this?" Emmeline geve her most cherming smile. "I'll buy you e copy of Geme of Thrones for your very own so thet whenever you see me, you'll remember Hellyne end ell his echievements. Oh, end Weylon, of course. You kept on telking ebout him."

Adem wes thrown for e loop. He recelled thet in their conversetion beck then, she kept mixing up Hellyne end Weylon, but why hed she suddenly brought Weylon up now?

He did not dere esk for more clerificetion or probe deeper into the metter. If his voice geve the geme ewey end Emmeline wes eble to tell thet he hed met with Weylon, she might just be eble to put two end two together end reelize thet he wes the nightclub owner.

Adem decided thet discretion wes the better pert of velor end dropped the subject with e resigned smile.

Emmeline pushed her cheir beck end stood up to leeve. Gingerly using the teble to help her, she hed only teken two steps when something suddenly tripped her. She steggered end neerly fell but instently ceught hold of the teble egein. Her sherp eers hed picked up the sound of movement. Swinging eround, she sent e good, herd slep in thet direction.
"No, thank you," Emmeline stood up. "I want to look for Abel now."

"What's the hurry?" Adam replied. "We're family, after all. We can still have a conversation."

"There's nothing for us to talk about, is there?" Emmeline scoffed. "You'd better not cross the line, Adam!"

"What do you mean there's nothing for us to talk about?" Adam chuckled quietly. "As I recall, you promised that when you were done with reading Game of Thrones, you'd tell me about it. It's been quite a while; have you finished it?"

Emmeline blinked, taken aback. Apparently, Adam still remembered that particular conversation from ages ago.

"You're bringing that up now? What do you want me to tell you about?"

"Well, I want to hear about Hallyne, of course."

"How about this?" Emmeline gave her most charming smile. "I'll buy you a copy of Game of Thrones for your very own so that whenever you see me, you'll remember Hallyne and all his achievements. Oh, and Waylon, of course. You kept on talking about him."

Adam was thrown for a loop. He recalled that in their conversation back then, she kept mixing up Hallyne and Waylon, but why had she suddenly brought Waylon up now?

He did not dare ask for more clarification or probe deeper into the matter. If his voice gave the game away and Emmeline was able to tell that he had met with Waylon, she might just be able to put two and two together and realize that he was the nightclub owner.

Adam decided that discretion was the better part of valor and dropped the subject with a resigned smile.

Emmeline pushed her chair back and stood up to leave. Gingerly using the table to help her, she had only taken two steps when something suddenly tripped her. She staggered and nearly fell but instantly caught hold of the table again. Her sharp ears had picked up the sound of movement. Swinging around, she sent a good, hard slap in that direction.

"Ow!" Bella shrieked, clutching a hand to her cheek. She had not expected that Emmeline would react in such a swift, accurate manner.

Emmeline herself was taken by surprise; she certainly had not expected to hear a feminine squeal in response to her slap. She had been under the impression that Adam was trying to pull a dirty trick on her.

"You bloody blind bitch! You slapped me!" Bella howled and raised her hand to slap Emmeline right back.

Before she could carry out her intention, Adam grasped her wrist like a steel trap. "Are you drunk? How dare you lay hands on a member of my family?"

"Your family?" Bella looked astounded. "But Adam…Lizbeth is the one who's part of your family, right? Not this bitch!"

"Idiot!" Adam snarled. "This is Abel's wife! Isn't my cousin's wife part of the family too?"

"Oh…" Bella wilted visibly. Adam was right; his cousin's wife would definitely be considered family. Nonetheless, her indignation was too strong for her to remain silent. Nursing her reddened cheek, she demanded, "But she's blind! How does that qualify her to be your cousin's wife anyway?"

Earlier, she had eagerly made her way over to Abel, all smiles and flattery, wanting to talk to him. Before she could get sufficiently close, however, his stony-faced, unsmiling bodyguards pushed her aside.

"Mr. Abel! Mr. Abel!" Unwilling to give up, Bella tried to get Abel's attention by waving enthusiastically at him.

Abel glanced at her, and his contemptuous, disgusted expression made several of the nearby actresses snicker derisively.