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!”

almost choked on his coffee.

this, don’t forget!” Emmeline rolled her

on Waylon, though; after all,

the one who had painstakingly fed her all her medications

over another car for you tomorrow,” Benjamin

Bugattis would be good,” Emmeline replied. “I seem to remember seeing a

“I’ll have Eric

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

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

him with renewed interest. “Is it

on the

you, heart and soul. How are things ever going to get off

Benjamin protested, laughing. “You go take care of Abel first;

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