Ambush of the Quadruplets: Stay Away From This Woman

“Emma!”

“Emma!”

Lizbeth and Adrien simultaneously rose from their chairs.

“You guys?” Emmeline expressed her surprise, “You guys are here too?”

With a cigarette between his lips, Adam narrowed his eyes and remarked, “How can we have a meal without them tagging along?”

“Exactly,” Lizbeth chimed in, “Adam didn’t mention why he called us here, and now I know that he invited Emma.”

“I didn’t come for nothing,” Adrien smiled, “I was thinking how dull this meal would be with just the three of us!”

“What do you mean?” Lizbeth appeared displeased, “Are you bored of eating with me?”

“How could I dare?” Adrien quickly apologized, “I didn’t mean that either.”

“That’s when we’re dining with Adam,” Adam shot him a disdainful glance, “Don’t you like it?”

“I’m even more afraid,” Adrien responded, “I just think the three of us having this dinner feels incomplete. Now that Emma’s here, it feels right, but what about Abel?”

Adrien turned towards Emmeline and inquired, “Why didn’t Abel come along with you?”

“Abel isn’t feeling well,” Emmeline explained, “He’s resting at home for a couple of days.”

yet, don’t you?” Adam extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray.

she’s now the president of the

aback for a moment and quickly pulled

thanks to Abel’s foresight. If he entrusted me with this responsibility, I

him and spoke

Lizbeth noticed Emmeline holding a large, disheveled bouquet of roses and inquired, “Emma, what happened to

haven’t had a chance

them away,” Adrien offered, taking the flowers and heading outside to throw them in the

to take his seat, he noticed Adam’s face had turned as

momentarily stunned, as it had appeared quite pale just a moment ago.

did not have time to dwell on Adam, so he handed

you like to cat. It’s on me today,” Adam said, with Lizbeth and Adrien both present, making

other choice but to settle down, Emmeline picked up the menu and quickly scanned through it. As she perused the

she wanted to cat or not, but at least it would distract

Adrien turned to

have whatever wine

hold back,” Emmeline smiled,

Romanée–Conti?

From 1993?

two million dollars per bottle.

Emmeline’s suggestion inappropriate, but she followed up by saying, “Make it two bottles. I know

suffocated as if his brain

Adrien quickly remarked,