Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Dylan abstained from alcohol, so he quickly finished his pasta.

Abel glanced at his watch; it was 7:30PM, so the trio navigated through the bustling crowd and reached the parking lot. However, they could hear a commotion as if a light was taking place, and it was happening. right where Abel had parked his car.

“Wait here, guys,” Abel told Dylan and Alana. ‘T’ll go over and check it out first.”

Dylan advised, “Be careful and don’t get involved. Your car getting scratched is a minor issue, and your safety is more important!”

“Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Carson. Abel smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

But what if he had to fight? Will he be able to handle three or five people?

When he reached his car, he witnessed two men fighting, though it seemed unrelated to his vehicle. Abel was about to intervene and try to stop the fight when he suddenly recognized that one of the shirtless men fighting was Diesel.

How did he always end up in these situations?

nearby in a tight–fitting sleeveless maxi dress and

that the two men were fighting over her. Abel lit a cigarette and leaned against the front of his car, squinting as he observed the scene. Just

with them?” Alana

opened the back door of the car and told Alana, “Stay in the

if she remained in the midst of the fight. A strong sense of security filled Alana’s heart as she obediently sat in the car. She suddenly understood why Abel always protected Emmeline so meticulously, and her heart felt

of fighting, Diesel gained the upper hand, and the other man covered his face and lay on the ground.

has set her eyes on me. What can you do about it? I’m wealthier and stronger than you, so if you don’t accept it, tough luck! If you dare, get up and fight me again!”

but the glamorously dressed woman tightly embraced him around the waist and pleaded,

to me about working overtime at the office while

been blind when I got together with you! You can

forward to hit her again, but Abel grabbed his arm. “That’s

aggressively. ‘Who

turned his head. “Well, the car owner. A scratch will cost about one or two thousand!”

something under his breath and shook off Abel’s hand, but then Abel said, “That guy ran away.”