Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Abel held Emmeline’s hand and led her directly to the billiards room after swiping their membership cards at the front desk.

The area was a large hall with six billiard tables, and there was no one else inside.

As Tony personally escorted them, two accompanying ladies greeted Abel and Emmeline.

“Take care of Mr. Abel and Madam,” Tony instructed the two females, emphasizing the term. “Madam.”

He was concerned that the two accompanying ladies would be attracted to the charming. Abel.

This was their usual strategy.

Abel’s wife possessed formidable martial arts skills.

These two accompanying ladies must not provoke her.

To be honest, as soon as they laid eyes on Abel, the two females accompanying Emmeline. were captivated by his charisma.

Wasn’t this man incredibly attractive?

They had always considered Tony attractive, but when he stood next to Abel, Tony paled in comparison!

This man not only had physical handsomeness, but he also exuded an exceptional aura.

There was a tremendous sense of dominance and a regal presence that he concealed.

who possessed such

further consideration, they realized it

handsome men were always someone else’s.

accompanied by his

her; she was also breathtakingly beautiful. They couldn’t help but

the two escorting ladies respectfully served Abel and Emmeline.

by setting up the tripod and asking,

replied, taking the cue stick, thoroughly chalking

I won’t hold back.” Emmeline gracefully bent over the table, gripping

made a magnificent straight shot, steady and strong, aiming at

fell into the pockets

exclaimed the four individuals standing nearby.

that Emmeline not only knew how to play billiards but also played quite

had known you were so good at billiards, I would have brought you here to

not being humble, but I’ve only played a few times with Waylon, and occasionally I can make a shot; it’s just luck!”

master can tell if someone is good or not. with just

amateur,” Emmeline laughed. “Even if I tell you, you

game is amazing.” Abel remarked. “You pocketed three

Emmeline said, bending down again. “Let’s see if I can keep guessing so

one stroke, she pocketed

you call this guessing? Who would

Emmeline laughed. “I’ve played with Waylon a few times; there’s no real skill

exclaimed. “My