The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“Get out of my way,” it was Waylon Adelmar’s cold, calm voice that addressed the bodyguards surrounding Abel. The bodyguards, including Janie, were stunned by the authority in the man’s voice and immediately moved to the side. Waylon immediately grabbed Abel by the arm and pierced his chest with a tiny, almost invisible silver needle.

“What are you doing?!” Luca yelled.

“Take him inside,” Waylon ordered. “He’ll need surgery if we wait any longer.” He instructed the guard to open the front doors.

“Mr. Waylon, Master Adelmar said they’re not welcomed here,” the guard informed him.

“This man’s stomach is bleeding out. Do you really want him to die in front of our gates?” Waylon challenged, leaving the poor guard caught between a rock and a hard place.

“How do I address you?” Abel asked weakly as he looked at the man who had just stuffed needles inside him. He was a tall man with handsome features, no younger than thirty-five or six.

“I’m Waylon Adelmar,” the man said. “And you must be Abel Ryker, I presume?”

“That’s right,” Abel managed.

look very much like you,” Waylon added. “I see where they get

Abel corrected. “Emma’s first child is still

I’ve heard from my father… Please go inside first, Mr. Ryker. Your condition needs

Adelmar,” Abel

after all. It’s my father who has a bone

I didn’t protect Emma well enough,” Abel said with sadness in his eyes. “I will apologize to the old man as

exact reason why my father refused to see you,” Waylon’s expression darkened. “Let’s talk

heart catapulting. “Wh… what do you mean

cutting Abel off. “Let’s

hold it together any longer. He had not been eating or sleeping for the past ten days, only to hear those five brutal words from Waylon. His vision began

“We’re still a distance away from

onto Waylon’s Rolls Royce, while the other four bodyguards tagged along behind closely. The cars travelled down a windy path shaded by tall trees and passed by several ornamental pavilions before arriving

carry an unconscious Abel. A woman dressed in a maid’s uniform came rushing from the building to

your entourage from inside the building,” Waylon translated the maid’s message. “Why don’t you bring Mr. Abel to the lounge first? I’ll be with you in