Ambush of the Quadruplets: Stay Away From This Woman

“No, thank you,” Emmeline stood up. “I want to look for Abel now,”

“What’s the hurry?” Adam replied. “We’re family, after all. We can still have a conversation.”

“There’s nothing for us to talk about, is there?” Emmeline scoffed. “You’d better not cross the line, Adam!”

“What do you mean there’s nothing for us to talk about?” Adam chuckled quietly. “As I recall, you promised that when you were done with reading Game of Thrones, you’d tell me about it. It’s been quite a while; have you finished it?”

Emmeline blinked, taken aback. Apparently. Adam still remembered that particular conversation from ages ago.

“You’re bringing that up now? What do you want me to tell you about?”

“Well, I want to hear about Hallyne, of course.”

“How about this?” Emmeline gave her most charming smile. “I’ll buy you a copy of Game of Thrones for your very own so that whenever you see me, you’ll remember Hallyne and all his achievements. Oh, and Waylon, of course. You kept on talking about him.”

Adam was thrown for a loop. He recalled that in their conversation back then, she kept mixing up Hallyne and Waylon, but why had she suddenly brought Waylon up now?

He did not dare ask for more clarification or probe deeper into the matter. If his voice gave the game away and Emmeline was able to tell that he had met with Waylon, she might just be able to put two and two together and realize that he was the nightclub owner.

better part of valor and dropped the

chair back and stood up to leave. Gingerly using the table to help her, she had only taken two steps when something suddenly tripped her. She staggered and nearly fell but instantly caught hold of the table again. Her sharp ears had picked up the sound of movement. Swinging around, she sent a good, hard

to her cheek. She had not expected that

was taken by surprise; she certainly had not expected to hear a feminine squeal in response to her slap. She had been under the impression

You slapped me!” Bella howled and raised

she could carry out her intention, Adam grasped her wrist like a steel trap. “Are you drunk?

Lizbeth is the one

is Abel’s wife! Isn’t my cousin’s

Nonetheless, her indignation was too strong for her to remain silent. Nursing her reddened cheek, she

smiles and flattery, wanting to talk to him.

Abel!” Unwilling to give up. Bella tried to get Abel’s attention by

at her, and his contemptuous, disgusted expression made

pay attention to her, she could certainly get

altercation with Emmeline and

said nothing, merely gripping Bella even tighter by the wrist and

pull away, her voice low and urgent. “You asked me to come here so I could seduce Abel Ryker, right? That woman is his