Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Her eyes were filled with an abominable hatred.

Seeing that the dinner is about to begin, what more can I do other than clench my jaw in fury? No! I can't miss such a good opportunity. I must utilize it effectively. Since that b*tch Juliana has already laid her hands on Zeke, I'll take advantage of the situation and take her place. This marriage will be set if everyone believes that Zeke has touched me.

At that thought, she closed the door of the room behind her and quickly walked over to the couch.

She swiftly removed her clothes and slipped into the arms of the sleeping man.

Hmm... I'll wait for a while. After another ten minutes, if the guests above still don't see us, they will surely come down to look for us. If I cause a fuss, Zeke will have no choice but to admit it.

Juliana stumbled all the way to the basement and got into the car.

“Find me a hotel. I want to rest for the night.”

“Understood.”

After tonight, I will be returning to the Hoffman family, and Zeke will be nothing more than a passerby in my life. I've given him my most precious thing. I suppose it counts as fulfilling my feelings for him.

...

A quarter of an hour later, Waverly noticed that Zeke and Shirley had not made their way upstairs, and seeing as the dinner was about to start, she prepared to go to the room on the third floor to have a look.

Just then, Steven and Richard approached her.

“The two of them haven't come up yet?” Richard asked.

Waverly flashed him a faint smile. “Maybe they're talking about something. I'll go down now and have a look. Let them come up, show their faces, and attend this dinner before anything else.”

Richard mulled over it for a while and replied, “I'll go with you. I happen to have some questions to ask Zeke. I want to know his attitude toward this marriage.”

“Sure. Let's go down together.”

Several people headed toward the entrance of the banquet hall.

Zoey also planned to follow them to see what was going on out of curiosity.

Just then, the phone in her hand buzzed suddenly, and when she looked down, she found that it was a text message from Shirley: Zozo, I slept with your brother, and we're in the room. Can you do me a favor by guiding some relatives and friends to the third floor to witness the scene of me lying with him? That way, your brother will compromise and agree to this marriage, and you don't have to worry about him marrying that b*tch Juliana and making you feel disgusted.

A hint of confusion flashed across Zoey's eyes.

Zeke slept with Shirley? He really did that? Gosh! How is that possible?

She did not bother giving it much thought due to the urgency of the situation for she had to lead some people to the third floor.

Indeed, I can't accept my brother marrying that b*tch Juliana, so I can only help Shirley to get what she wants.

She texted back: Okay. I'll send someone to spread the news that you and my brother are having an intense fight in the room immediately and attract some relatives and friends to have a look.

...

After Steven and Waverly got out of the elevator with Richard, they headed straight to Room 302.

The door was closed, but not locked.

Waverly knocked several times, and when there was no response, she instinctively reached out to twist the doorknob.

The door opened with a click.

When she saw the clothes strewn all over the floor through the dim light, her face clouded over.

Following behind her, Steven and Richard took in the scene as well, both of them looking at it with confused expressions.

“W-What's going on?”

Richard could not even speak clearly.

Any father would be furious when they saw their daughter's innocence being tarnished.

“Steven, Waverly, this... You must give me a reasonable explanation. How could this happen when the two of them aren't even engaged?”

After getting over the initial shock, Waverly returned to her usual calm composure and said with a smile, “It'll happen sooner or later. Since it came earlier, it's still considered a happy event.”

While they were talking, a series of rapid footsteps echoed in the corridor.