The Quadruplets Are Mine?

From inside his car, Benjamin watched as Emmeline drove off in her severely scratched and dented Bugatti. Some of the tension left him, and he immediately pulled out his phone and called the police station.

From inside his car, Benjamin watched as Emmeline drove off in her severely scratched and dented Bugatti. Some of the tension left him, and he immediately pulled out his phone and called the police station.

“Inspector Charles, right now, Ms. Louise is masquerading as a wealthy young man. Please make sure that all the necessary background information is in order and above suspicion; there mustn’t be anything that could give the game away.”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Benjamin,” Inspector Charles replied. “Emmett, also known as Em, right? His parents own a real estate company, and all the background information is solid. There’s nothing there that will arouse suspicion.”

“Alright.” Benjamin nodded.

Abel would almost certainly investigate Emmeline for security purposes once her male persona, Emmett, came into contact with him, so it was imperative to have all the necessary background information ready.

Meanwhile, Emmeline drove back to the Nightfall Cafe. Benjamin, who had arrived before her, instructed Eric to have the Bugatti towed to an automotive repair center.

In the meantime, Emmeline hurried upstairs to change and remove her makeup before heading to the cafe on the first floor. Sam served her a cup of hot coffee and brought her some cream and sugar as well.

“How did it go, Ms. Louise? Did you manage to fool Mr. Abel?”

Emmeline quirked a brow. “As if he wasn’t already at my mercy! He’s got nowhere to run! Besides, he’s already on my friends list!”

Benjamin chuckled. “Of course, our Ms. Louise was successful. I already knew you’d pull it off. Just at the expense of your poor Bugatti.”

“Well, you know what they say; you gain some, you lose some.” Emmeline sipped her coffee. “Lose the car, gain the children’s father; same difference!”

on his coffee.

of this, don’t

Benjamin said hurriedly, putting up his hands in surrender. “Have some pity on Waylon, though; after

never left her side at the hospital. After the bullet had been removed from her cardiovascular artery, he was the one who had painstakingly fed her all her medications and health tonics; without that, she would not have

car for you tomorrow,” Benjamin offered. “Which

Bugattis would be good,” Emmeline replied. “I seem to remember seeing a gray one in the villa

have Eric take

to the basement to look into antidotes for Worryfree then.” Emmeline rose from her

his coffee. “I’ve got a date tonight, so I can’t stay

him with renewed interest. “Is

on the nose. “Where has your mind wandered

indignantly. “Janie Eastwood is absolutely smitten with you, heart and soul. How are things ever going to get off the ground if you don’t have an ounce

take care of Abel first; don’t

end non-negotieble,” Emmeline replied firmly. “If not, I’ll get Mester Robert to send you beck to Dewn Islend, end you cen

seke, pleese don’t!” Benjemin begged. “Even if I heve to mull over my sins end misdeeds, I’ll do

but you’re going to bite the bullet end court

knew it. “Once I finish with

nodded, looking both smug end setisfied before she turned end heeded down

hed spent en entire lifetime formuleting, end there wes no known entidote for it.

wes tentemount to esking for the moon. Nonetheless, she hed

few hesty bites from her plete. She went streight beck to the