The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 18

“Emmeline!” Alana’s smile was saccharine sweet as she made her way toward her cousin. “If you didn’t have a dress to wear tonight, I could have lent you one! I have plenty of better-quality dresses after all!”

“Well, this dress was only 99 dollars, including shipping!” Emmeline chuckled. “It’s perfect for tonight,” she added.

Alana’s expression hardened. “What do you mean? Are you mocking our family with your cheap fashion?” Alana gave Emmeline a hard shove, causing Emmeline to stumble and fall backward. However, she was saved by a pair of strong hands that cushioned her fall from behind. Abel Ryker had just arrived.

With an arm still wrapped

protectively around Emmeline’s

waist, Abel turned toward Alana with

a frosty expression. “What’s wrong with a 99-dollar dress? Emmeline looks better than any other lady here tonight.”

“Mr… Mr. Abel?” Alana stammered. “I… I was just teasing my cousin. You’re right, her dress is beautiful!”

“Don’t you owe her an apology?” Abel insisted, refusing to let Alana off the hook so easily.

were surrounded by many guests who had come to

well. “Did you think you could just push my wife around and get away with it?” his tone was cold and

Alana pouted. “I’m sorry,

including this dress!” Julianna Campbell announced, trying to diffuse

in, feeling the need to protect her grandchild’s mother. “A fine

close to Emmeline. It’s three against one! Isn’t that right, son?” Juliana snickered,

mother. “Not everyone can achieve

written all over Rosaline and Abel’s

disappear. The families could

still seething over the dress incident, but she told herself to be patient. She had bigger plans in place to take down Emmeline tonight. She

the center of the hall and lifted her wine glass to the crowd. “To express our gratitude for showering us with your presence tonight, Alana will delight us all with a special piano piece!” She claps her

as graceful as a swan. She was a

Emmeline who

laid her slender fingers on the instrument and began to play confidently. A beautiful melody travelled through the room as

an upper-class family! She could rival any famous piano soloist!” a

but also talented. I suppose that’s the