Ambush of the Quadruplets: Stay Away From This Woman

Dylan abstained from alcohol, so he quickly finished his pasta.

Abel glanced at his watch; it was 7:30PM, so the trio navigated through the bustling crowd and reached the parking lot. However, they could hear a commotion as if a light was taking place, and it was happening. right where Abel had parked his car.

“Wait here, guys,” Abel told Dylan and Alana. ‘T’ll go over and check it out first.”

Dylan advised, “Be careful and don’t get involved. Your car getting scratched is a minor issue, and your safety is more important!”

“Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Carson. Abel smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

But what if he had to fight? Will he be able to handle three or five people?

When he reached his car, he witnessed two men fighting, though it seemed unrelated to his vehicle. Abel was about to intervene and try to stop the fight when he suddenly recognized that one of the shirtless men fighting was Diesel.

How did he always end up in these situations?

nearby in a tight–fitting sleeveless

a cigarette and leaned against the front of his car, squinting as

happening with them?” Alana asked

waved his hand, signaling her not to ask too many questions. He then opened the back door of the

understood Abel’s intention–he was concerned that she might accidentally get hurt if she remained in the midst of the fight. A strong sense of security filled Alana’s heart

a few rounds of fighting, Diesel gained the upper hand, and the other man covered his

pointed at the man on the ground, cursing. “You don’t have the guts, so don’t bother me! Your girlfriend is just a promiscuous woman who has set her eyes on me. What

the ground struggled to stand up and attempted to charge at Diesel, but the glamorously dressed woman tightly embraced him around the

to me about working overtime at the office while you were actually fooling around with

retorted, “You’re no better! I must have been blind when I got together with you! You can neglect your family and not care about them, but I’m not

to hit her again, but Abel grabbed his arm. “That’s enough;

turned around aggressively. ‘Who

head. “Well, the car owner. A scratch will cost about one or

breath and shook off Abel’s hand, but then Abel said,