Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Something had happened at Macsen Villa, but Emmeline and the other two were unaware of it.

After finishing their meal at Struyria Banquet, Emmeline, Abel, and Benjamin returned to Nightfall Cafe. They quickly changed into their sleek black motorcycle gear and put on their helmets.

Emmeline approached Abel and Benjamin with a confident wave of her hand. "See you at Swan Lake, boys!"

With those words, she lowered the visor of her helmet, ignited the engine, shifted into gear, and twisted the throttle.

"Vroom!" In the blink of an eye, she vanished into the flow of traffic, leaving her companions in awe.

Abel and Benjamin didn't want to be left behind, so they swiftly hopped into their Rolls-Royce and set off toward Swan Lake.

Forty minutes later, the Rolls-Royce arrived at Swan Lake.

Emmeline was already there, leaning casually against her motorcycle, helmet in hand, exuding an undeniable sense of coolness.

A few passing riders turned their heads to gaze at Emmeline, utterly captivated, nearly stumbling as they walked.

With no racing event happening today, there were only a handful of riders on the track, enjoying some leisurely rides.

The driver parked the car, and Abel and Benjamin stepped out, joining Emmeline by her side.

They followed her gaze toward the track, where a small group of motorcycles were speeding by.

"Why don't we join in for a practice session?" Benjamin suggested, "Why just stand here and watch?"

Emmeline tilted her head slightly, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Well," she gestured toward the track, "Mr. Abel's Little Flower is in there. I was thinking of confusing our enemies a bit."

their

here?" he remarked, a hint of surprise in his voice. "What a

just entered the track," Emmeline replied. "I saw her, but she hasn't seen

do you want to play this?"

who caught it effortlessly, ready for whatever plan Emmeline had

eyes. "Am I afraid of her grandma

ride your bike there then?" Abel lit his cigarette, squinting

so that the

replied. "Let's just chat here for a while and

then," Abel agreed. "There are cushions in the car. Let's bring them over and sit on

Emmeline nodded in agreement.

ran to the car

fetched a crate of

enjoying the conversation

only five or six minutes, Sonia made her

between Emmeline, Abel, and Benjamin, they

V4R,

motorcycle was a custom edition, disguised as a V4R but equipped with the V5R

performance while maintaining a deliberately weathered appearance,

Sonia's skill on the track as they

few glances, Emmeline could discern Sonia's skill on the track as they maneuvered through particular

no doubt. Sonia had some serious

But compared to her...

smirked, a faint

had done her research online and knew that Sonia was considered one of the