Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Emmeline took a moment to contemplate and then inquired, “So, what should I do?”

“You should consider undergoing professional training. It’s a high–demand industry in your city for the future,” Brandon replied.

Emmeline nodded, recognizing the ample opportunities for marketing training and a significant gap to be filled.

“If I decide to accept, what should I do next?”

“Come over to my place for a week of intensive closed–door training.” he suggested.

Emmeline’s eyes lit up, and she exclaimed with delight, “So, I’ll be your student? Thank you for offering me this opportunity, but am I truly qualified?”

Brandon chuckled. I’m very selective when choosing my apprentices, and you passed the test.”

“Alright, Mr. Wyan, Emmeline said happily. “I will cherish this opportunity!”

After ending the call, she left the study. Abel remarked. I didn’t expect you to be so mature for your age.

Emmeline pouted, saying. Why not? Can’t I have my own aspirations?”

“I was talking about you being so headstrong and not heeding my advice. Abel playfully teased her, “You’re not as obedient as someone like Alana!”

“Abel!” Emmeline jumped up. “Do you find your life too boring?”

Abel glanced at her and finally realized that he had provoked her. It turned out that her sulking stemmed from this

“Are you jealous?” He chuckled, leaning in to look at her flushed face.

Emmeline puffed up like an irate little lion. “Jealous? Me? Who do you think you are?”

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her, hugging her tightly. “I am

“Who cares? I don’t mind if you love someone else; we can’t be together anyway

was taken aback by her words.

one, don’t you know that this is what I

an unexpected silence, Emmeline realized the impact

down

the sofa. With a strain in

was simply stating the truth. With the company about to launch. you’ll be swamped and exhausted. I won’t be able to

Abel growled. “If I need a

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leaned

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he walked in, he was taken aback.

was impeccably clean,

what made him uncomfortable was the addition of an extra

his

the room, carrying a batch of expense receipts, and requested Abel’s signature on

Abel inquired. “Whose desk is this?”

Alana’s. Mr. Yendall suggested moving it here, stating

with a serious expression as he took

fuel receipts for the truck from the

Abel signed the receipts and instructed, “Submit it to

cast a glance toward the door. “Mr. Yendall mentioned that from now on, all these receipts, ins and outs, should be