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."

eyes, observing the flurry of motorcycles zooming past, their shadows flickering like phantoms. It was impossible to distinguish one

a hint of surprise in his

the track," Emmeline replied. "I saw her,

how do you want to play

a cigarette to Benjamin, who caught it effortlessly,

her eyes.

bike there then?" Abel lit his cigarette,

the wind, he quickly positioned himself so that the smoke

here for a while and wait for Little Flower to come

then," Abel agreed. "There are cushions in the car.

Emmeline nodded in agreement.

ran to the car and brought

a crate of mineral

the conversation and the refreshing drinks. It was a truly blissful

or six minutes, Sonia made her way back from

and Benjamin, they occasionally glanced towards

V4R, just slightly below

custom edition, disguised as a V4R

a world-class level of performance while maintaining a deliberately weathered appearance, giving

Sonia's skill on the track as

Sonia's skill on

doubt. Sonia had

But compared to her...

faint

Sonia was considered one of the top motorcycle