Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

40 minutes later, the car parked in the parking lot of Seashell Hotel.

Abel's bodyguard opened the car door for Evelyn.

The chauffeur, who was also Abel's bodyguard, escorted Evelyn toward the hotel lobby with another bodyguard.

"Has Mr. Abel arrived already?" Evelyn asked tremblingly.

"Yes." The bodyguard replied coldly.

After entering the lobby, the bodyguard showed no signs of leading Evelyn into a private room.

Instead, the bodyguard led Evelyn through the lobby, walking deeper into the building.

The lighting grew dimmer as they walked further down.

Evelyn felt uneasy, so she asked, "Which room is Mr. Abel in?"

"Basement One." The bodyguard answered with a stoic expression.

"Basement One?" Evelyn asked, "What a weird name for a private room. Are there private rooms at the basement level?"

The bodyguard regained his stoic expression, and he remained silent.

Evelyn did not ask any further.

Evelyn doubted the stoic bodyguards would reveal anything, even if she questioned further.

The bodyguards led Evelyn to a staircase. They escorted Evelyn down the stairs, with one bodyguard walking in front of Evelyn and the other walking at the back.

It wasn't a place with private dining rooms.

Instead, Evelyn had walked into an area resembling a storage area.

Evelyn's heart started pounding.

Evelyn didn't want to keep going, but she knew there was no turning back.

If Evelyn ran away in panic, it would show that she was guilty.

"Cough." Evelyn coughed, trying to give herself some courage.

"We're here." The bodyguards finally spoke up, stopping in front of an iron door to a storage room.

"This doesn't seem right." Evelyn asked, "Would Mr. Abel invite me for dinner in a place like this? Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

"Yes." The bodyguard answered, "Mr. Abel is waiting inside. Please, come in, Ms. Evelyn."

"Creak." The iron door opened before Evelyn.

An orange light shone. Evelyn scanned around, and she realized that it was indeed a storage room.

There was a table in the middle of the storage room.

The steaming hot seafood was served on the table with red wine, filling the place with an appetizing aroma.

Abel sat behind the table in a white shirt. He leisurely poured himself a glass of wine.

The elegant man exuded an alluring charm in the orange-hued light.

"Mr. Abel?"

Evelyn was stunned. She was confused about why Abel treated her to dinner here.

"What are you waiting for?" Abel narrowed his eyes under the orange light, "Do I have to invite you in personally?"

Evelyn was puzzled, but she walked into the room, asking, "Mr. Abel, why are you inviting me to dinner at this place?"

"It's quiet here, free from disturbances." Abel smiled, "I like this kind of environment."

Evelyn was uneasy about what might happen next.

Although Abel put on a charming smile, it made Evelyn feel like he was hard to read. The smile even gave off a hint of hostility.

"Have a seat." Abel said gently, "Do you need to be polite to me?"

Evelyn did not know what to say.