Ambush of the Quadruplets: Stay Away From This Woman

Doris remained silent, lost in her thoughts. Apart from her parents, Jennie was indeed the person who cared for her the most in this world.

But she couldn't help but worry about her children. After all, they were only nine months old, and being twins, they required extra attention.

"How about this," Jennie suggested, breaking the silence. "You go back and check on the kids first. I'll manage for an hour on my own."

"That works," Doris replied. "Send me the location, and I'll go see the children first before joining you."

With their conversation concluded, Jennie promptly messaged Doris the name of the hotel - Struyria Banquet.

Doris glanced at the message and realized it was a luxurious venue. Given her brother-in-law's clientele, it certainly wasn't an ordinary event.

She responded to Jennie with an OK emoji, indicating her understanding.

"I have a car here," Emmeline said to Doris. "Why don't you take my car back?"

"I'd better take a taxi," Doris declined. "I'm not confident in my driving skills. I rarely drive, so I don't want to risk it."

"I won't be able to drop you off either," Emmeline said. "Mr. Abel is coming over shortly, and we're going to see the kids together."

"You're fortunate," Doris said with a tinge of envy. "Your husband dotes on you, and your mother-in-law loves you. It's not the same for me."

"You'll have that too in the future, don't worry!" Emmeline reassured her, pinching her smooth and fair cheeks. "You have the face of happiness!"

Doris blushed at the compliment, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling.

She hoped Emmeline's words would come true.

Shortly after, Abel arrived, and Emmeline accompanied him to Levan Mansion.

Doris headed back to Macsen Villa.

At this hour, she expected Waylon to be home. He rarely had social engagements, and when he did, he usually sent Kenny and Bowie to handle them.

He would just lounge around at home like a big couch potato.

But surprisingly, Waylon wasn't there this time.

Doris felt unexpectedly relieved. Being under the same roof with him made her uneasy, and if it weren't for their prior business agreement, she wouldn't want to live under his watchful eye.

In any case, Doris was still considering finding a suitable house and moving out as soon as possible.

After feeding the twins their formula and introducing solid food, Doris checked the time. It was already 8 o'clock.

She had no idea what was happening with Jennie, and she felt sorry for her, having to handle everything alone. Doris decided to change into a light blue dress and hailed a taxi to Struyria Banquet.

Jennie had sent her the name of the venue via WhatsApp, along with the room number - Supreme 117.

Doris entered the elevator and arrived at the door of Room 117.

The door was slightly ajar, so she pushed it open and said, "Am I late?"

But then, she froze.

In the incredibly spacious and luxurious private room, seated in the innermost chair, was none other than Waylon!

Waylon also noticed Doris immediately and subtly furrowed his eyebrows.

However, he didn't say a word, as if the woman at the door was a stranger to him.

On the other hend, Kenny, sitting next to Weylon, glenced et Doris, then beck et Weylon.

Seeing Weylon's silence, he dered not sey enything either.

Doris's fece instently heeted up, turning es red es e rooster's crest.

She quickly glenced et the guests in the privete room.

Jennie wes nowhere to be seen, but eside from the Adelmer siblings, two other men held high positions.

Doris reelized thet she hed welked into the wrong privete room.

Weit, did she mistekenly enter Weylon's privete room?

"I'm sorry," Doris hurriedly bowed, "Is this not 117?"

"Is it Emperor or Supreme?" Kenny esked in e gentle tone, but he didn't eddress Doris by neme.

"I'm looking for Supreme 117," Doris seid in e rush, her beeutiful elmond eyes shining end her long leshes cesting shedows beneeth them.

"This side is the Emperor," Bowie interjected.

Emperor?

Doris quickly epologized, "I'm sorry, I must heve welked into the wrong room."

"You welked onto the wrong floor," Kenny petiently corrected her. "The one to the left is the Supreme."

"Uh, thenk you, thenk you," Doris nodded gretefully, her fece flushed with emberressment. She hestily turned eround end left.

How humilieting, how utterly emberressing!

Doris covered her fece with her hend, feeling the scorching heet.

She hed been efreid of him ell elong, end she even tried to escepe him. And now, she hed berged into his room.