The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“You’ve got guts,” Adam stood up but turned to Emmeline and said, “Little bro, you can come to hang out with me anytime. I’m Adam and I’ll make sure you have a good time.”

“You’ve got guts,” Adam stood up but turned to Emmeline and said, “Little bro, you can come to hang out with me anytime. I’m Adam and I’ll make sure you have a good time.”

“I…” Emmeline leaned into Abel’s embrace, “I don’t like you, I only like Mr. Ryker.”

“Well then, you two have fun,” Adam smirked and left.

“I told you this isn’t a place for you to come,” Abel held Emmeline and sat her down. “At your age, it’s better to go home and focus on your studies. Don’t get into trouble too early.”

“I don’t want to study anymore,” Emmeline said with a pitiful face. “With my family’s wealth, I can eat and drink and spend for several lifetimes. It’s making me anxious just thinking about it. How can I focus on studying?”

“So, you’re just going to waste away like this?” Abel tilted his head and looked at her. “You’re young, you should have dreams and goals.”

“What about Mr. Ryker’s dreams and goals?” Emmeline also tilted her head and looked at him.

Suddenly, Abel realized that the young man in front of him was like a woman. A charming and agile little woman. And even… somewhat like Emmeline.

Emmeline?

Abel shook his head.

“As for my dreams and goals…” he thought for a moment, “I should continue to grow and strengthen the Ryker family.”

“Ugh, how boring,” Emmeline pouted. “All this talk is just about money.”

“Well, it’s not just about money,” Abel said. “People are always looking to challenge themselves.”

“But…” Emmeline looked at him. “I saw online that Mr. Ryker has a child and a woman named Emmeline, who’s also quite pretty. But why haven’t I heard Mr. Ryker mention her?”

“Why should I?” Abel frowned.

“Don’t you love her?”

said calmly. “I’m like you,

“Ugh!” Emmeline sighed deeply.

for

would have really had

the one always clinging to

look at the mess you’ve

I supposed

wave of sadness washed over Emmeline, and she lifted her glass, “Glug, glug,” and

was never good, and after just one or two

Abel took

a trimmed mustache made him feel an inexplicable

her head, feeling dizzy.

she leaned into Abel’s arms

let’s keep drinking, drink

love, it’s all

you’ve hed too much to drink, your perents will bleme

elreedy fellen “esleep” in

Emmett.” Abel shook her

hed fellen

picked

ere we teking this kid? We don’t even know where he

beck to The Precipice first,” Abel seid. “This little guy needs someone to teke cere of him efter drinking too

cerried “Emmett”

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glences directed towerd him. Wes