The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 1287 The Loser Barks Like a Dog

The guests erupted in laughter.

Michaela hurried over to help her daughter up, her countenance changing multitudes within. a few seconds.

Oscar did indeed give Sonia a generous gift, which the young woman held with mixed emotions. After all, not only had she been treated like a thespian, she even fell down the steps comically, giving Emmeline a whole lot to be amused about.

Sonia pondered upon seeing Emmeline’s radiant smile and said to Oscar as an evil plan. brewed within her, “Grandfather, I can’t be the only one to offer you a performance at your birthday party. Abel’s wife is also very talented. She should perform too, or else it wouldn’t be fair!”

Oscar hesitated. After all, Emmeline was the wife of the Ryker Group’s CEO. He certainly wouldn’t want her to sing.

“Grandfather, you can’t be biased,” Sonia continued, clinging to Oscar’s arm and pouting.

“Very well,” Oscar finally relented. “For the sake of fairness and to avoid any appearance of favoritism, Emmeline will also perform a piece.”

Hmph! Sonia shot Emmeline a nasty glare. Get ready to be humiliated!

her surprise, Emmeline readily agreed, “Sure! Since Ms. Steiner showcased her best talent, I will do

form,” Sonia taunted. “Are you going

“I just want to calligraph a few words for Grandfather. How is this vulgar now? Grandfather regularly practices classic calligraphy himself.

eyes in astonishment. Emmeline knows

also surprised. “You

do I know it,” said Emmeline with a chuckle. “I’ve even won awards. You’ll see it for yourself once I write,

woman in the country who won an international calligraphy award last year was Aurora Winters. Don’t go thinking you can pose as

let Grandfather decide once I’m done,” Emmeline replied with a smile. “If my work doesn’t meet his standards,

you be punished?” Sonia smirked. “Go

a charming smile, returning

turned

of you,” Oscar waved his hand. “Prepare the ink and paper. Let Emmeline. write the

assistant quickly instructed someone

Abel, holding Emmeline’s hand, whispered, “You know calligraphy too? Why didn’t I know about

playfully winked at him. “As your wife, do I need

How many identities does this