The Quadruplets Are Mine?

The Quadruplets Are Mine? Chapter 110

Half an hour later, Abel leaned back on his chair in his private

interrogation room and rested his legs on the table,

In front of him, Cristopher sat cowering on the wet floor.

He had passed out twice from the beatings, and the bodyguards splashed water on him to wake him

Everyone knew one would suffer a horrifying end when they fell into Abel’s hands, but Cristopher did not waver from his story. He said he saw Alana lying naked and unconscious on the bed, and he could not hold back his desires…

Cristopher knew that it was better to save Alana than to confess that they had an affair.

Once Alana married Abel, she would reward him for everything he suffered today.

I’m risking my life for you, Alana!

“Ms. Lane passed out on the bed, and you know, I can’t possibly resist the temptation… I took off my pants and did it there and then… Ms. Lane doesn’t know anything about it. It’s all my fault. She’s a victim. If you have to punish someone, you can punish me…”

“My reputation suffered for so long because of you! Tell me, how do you want to die?” Abel roared angrily.

Cristopher fell to his knees. “Mr. Ryker, everyone saw you drag me away from the laboratory. It won’t look good on you if I died. You wouldn’t want to ruin the reputation of your family, right?”

can make you wish you were dead!” Abel slammed the table. “Beat him up again!”

Cristopher crawled toward Abel. “If I had known you had feelings for Ms. Lane, I’d rather chop off my member than lay a finger on her! Please spare

you I had feelings

“Don’t you?”

“Of course not!”

I promise I

Luca, throw him

see him

as he left

was to wait until Alana gave birth to the child and prove to the whole of Struyria that

had gone horribly wrong. Not only had Alana saved his life, but it was also shown

was a victim in the entire ordeal, and Abel was the reason for

was he going to face her from

were certain

not say.

Alana had been violated by someone else and

would make him

Abel

off the whitewashed wall of the underground parking lot, and faint bits of

hurt yourself, Mr. Ryker. You can release your anger

punches can you

“… Not many!”

the Imperial Palace with