The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 931 Professional Scammer

Doris sat on the sidewalk with her head buried between her knees. She was about to cry.

“Why am I so unlucky? My husband is impotent. I thought I could pay for a pair of test-tube babies, but he doesn’t want the children! Now that he’s able again, he went to find himself a mistress! Oh my god, can’t you give me a break?”

Doris decided that she should not bow to fate.

She stood up, dusted her butt, picked up her electric scooter, and prepared to go to her elder sister’s house.

Her elder sister Jennie had married a local tycoon.

She thought of borrowing 700 thousand dollars from her sister to repay Waylon, then she would repay her sister somehow.

That was the best solution she could think of, and she was not going to be discouraged by the sum.

Doris rode her electric scooter down the road.

Waylon returned to Macsen Villa an hour later.

When he came out of the bathroom after a quick shower, his phone on the bedside cabinet started to ring.

Instinctively, he thought it was a call from Emmeline.

He quickly went to pick it up, while his other hand dried his hair with a towel.

When he looked at the screen, he realized that the call was from Doris and not Emmeline.

Seeing her name gave him an inexplicable sense of frustration.

call and huffed, “400 thousand dollars, and not a cent

you’re a professional scammer! Do you think you can scam money out of my younger sister because she doesn’t know better?

was shrill. Evidently,

was taken aback momentarily. He suddenly remembered that the voice belonged to the other woman he saw at the

he remembered correctly, her name was

was about to lose his temper when he heard Doris’ voice

that! I was the one who knocked into his car. He’s not

are you speaking up for him? I’ve seen many people of his type. That’s how

please. Give my

was a loud thud. The phone seemed to

was already red from

snorted angrily, ended the call, and blocked Doris’

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“Idiot!”

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received

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“You’re crezy!” Weylon replied.