The Quadruplets Are Mine?

An hour later, Adam’s Hennessey Venom pulled up outside the café.

Through the glass door, Adam’s grimacing side profile could be seen in the semi-lowered seat.

He did not bring a chauffeur, assistant, or security detail with him.

“Ms. Louise, can you not go?”

Sam and Daisy were worried.

“Adrien is nothing. Adam is the mean one!”

Emmeline uttered, “I must go. He talked to Waylon, and he’s

suspicious about who I am. I don’t feel comfortable if I don’t put feelers out.

“Do you want to let Mr. Benjamin know? He can watch your back,” Sam said.

“Keep it from Benjamin for now. He makes a big deal out of things,” Emmeline replied.

“Mr. Benjamin is concerned about you.”

“In that case, tell Benjamin to buy a few online shops now to sell different kinds of needles on eBay, but don’t tell him why,” Emmeline told Sam.

“Alright, Ms. Louise.” Sam heeded the order.

“What about me? Don’t expect me to sit around, Ms. Louise,” Daisy commented.

“You’re a skilled fighter. You should follow me in the dark just to be on the safe side.”

“Roger that, Ms. Louise.” Daisy nodded Ker head.

Daisy had been feeling as if she was stuck in a rut with the daily housekeeping. A mission was all she needed to recharge.

“I got to go. Onto your positions.”

“Sure!”

her bag and opened the

get in, Ms.

panel to raise the door to the

”

seat.

get inside,

fancy

huge aviators, Adam was a swagger

Emmeline looked ahead.

of his profile and his sleek mustache

some comfort food. Let’s go to the Foodie’s

probably find

after listening to the

see about that. I don’t know what story you plan to tell,” Emmeline

rush. You’ll hear about

minute,” Adam said.

Foodie’s Paradise

Foodie’s Paradise was a

the street

gastronomy from all

regional specialties, making it a great place for tastebuds

explore.

restaurant known for their spices

as it did not occur to him that the delicate and tiny-framed

food to her

next to a window.

came over to

them.

“What are you having?”