The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Luca pulled out the wine-red fishtail dress from his embrace.

“You really are something else. Can’t even bother to wrap it up, do you?”

Adrien reached out to take the dress and awkwardly stuffed it into his own embrace. There was just nowhere else to put it.

With the wine-red dress tucked away, Adrien made his way back to his luxury car.

Luca’s Land Rover had disappeared from sight, but Adrien’s Rolls Royce Wraith quickly caught up as his driver hit the gas pedal, speeding off into the distance.

At noon, Abel took Emmeline to the Majestic Bar.

Adrien had already reserved a private room and was waiting inside. The table was adorned with a variety of drinks, desserts, and fruits.

Two hostesses sat on either side of Adrien, one feeding him grapes and the other pouring him drinks. They fawned over him, making him feel like a king.

When Abel and Emmeline walked in, Adrien pushed the two hostesses away and stood up to greet them. The women looked surprised and greedily eyed the two men standing at the door.

“Oh my, two handsome guys just walked in!” exclaimed one of the hostesses. “And one is even more handsome than the other!”

As the hostesses approached, one of them reached for Emmeline’s hand and said in a flirtatious tone, “Hey there, how about I keep you company and we have a drink together?”

“No, no, pick me instead. I’ll do anything for you tonight, even

Abel barked,

pouted their fiery red lips in disappointment, feeling rejected by the imposing

you’re not having any fun, handsome?” one of the hostesses persisted. “If you’re here, it’s because you want

cut in, his

glances. Was there really a man who didn’t like

Abel repeated, his tone growing sharper. “Don’t you

two women turned their pitiful

Adrien, are you

let

before swaying their hips out of

gestured towards the sofa, “Abel, Emmett, please

Emmeline’s hand and they settled

panda eye towards her, “you’re still just a kid, so no alcohol for you. Help yourself to the fruit juices and drinks, and if there’s

“Okay, thank

Adrien took the opportunity to rub

a loss, unable to resist, just glaring

the wine glass

Abel pulled Emmeline over.

drink if you want to, don’t