Ambush of the Quadruplets: Stay Away From This Woman

Abel glanced at the time in his backyard home. It was half past noon.

At this moment, Emma should be at the banquet.

Abel chuckled to himself. He poured himself half a glass of white wine and downed it in one. gulp.

A spicy sensation traveled down his throat and warmed his chest, bringing him great pleasure.

Abel wouldn’t have another glass; he wouldn’t allow himself to get drunk.

The banquet ended at two o’clock in the afternoon, and Emmeline returned to her parents” house.

She took off the gold ring and thought about throwing it from the third floor.

After some consideration, she realized it wouldn’t be right because the ring was bought by Abel. She couldn’t throw it away.

But where should I wear it? None of her ten fingers were suitable. She decided to place it in the jewelry box.

She didn’t want those three dresses, not a single one. She picked up the clothes and stuffed them into the trash can.

The trash can couldn’t hold everything. What should I do?

Right, throw them downstairs.

And that suitcase, it was so eye–catching and looked disturbingly conspicuous.

It wasn’t hers either, and she didn’t want it. She decided to drag it downstairs as well.

What else? What else? What else?

Emmeline paced back and forth in the hallway.

to throw

suddenly noticed

and was startled.

and took her to the bedroom, and whispered, ‘Emma,

head and squatted on

down, frightening Hannah,

rang. It was

landline at home, but today, he called Maxwell’s phone.

to the terrace and whispered,

Abel asked. “Is

Maxwell said coldly. “I’ll

know if Emma

now,” Maxwell said. “Hannah is with her.”

keep an eye on her. Last time, she cut her

again,” Maxwell said, “but you have

“What? Tell me.”

said in a low voice, find

can’t do it,” Abel said immediately. “Not in a month, not even in ten years. I no longer

phone hung up, and Maxwell held the phone, lost in thought.

four o’clock in the afternoon, the client

Abel treated the

until nine o’clock at night.

been two days since Abel had eaten any pasta. Drinking on an empty stomach, he soon felt

off the client, Luca drove and took Abel back to his

Abel fell into a deep sleep. He hadn’t slept a wink the previous night,

him in,