The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“Mr. Abel,” Alana was frowning, and she yelled, “it’s painful!”

He pushed her away as if he were trash. “I thought you didn’t know what pain was.”

She remained silent because she did not know what he found out; all she could do was keep her mouth shut.

“Tell me,” he said furiously, “why did you disguise yourself and sneak into the Ryker Residence that day?”

She looked down and bit her lips.

“Abel, what do you mean?” Benjamin asked in doubt, “Are you saying that she was at the party?”

“Yes,” he answered, “I suspect that she did something back then.”

“Then, Emma…”

“It’s not me!” Alane yelled, “I’m not that capable! She was being shot, and I didn’t even know how to use a gum!”

asked in a lowered voice, “Was

words. How did he guess that Adam was the

anymore. Adam just let her out of prison and is currently giving her heavy training. He promised to make her an assassin. And the

overthinking.” She looked down and said, “I

the other day?” “Why were you wearing

to get in and look at you;

his teeth and said, “I cut off three of your fingers; you should be hating me;

my arm! I’ve totally put everything behind me; I just wanted to look at you during the party. It would be more than enough for me to see you from afar. I disguised myself as the bodyguard to avoid being found, and I didn’t

“Shut the f*ck up!”

why a lot of people

then?” She was still crying. Her tears were true; she was

right; enraging this man

snorted, “Before I find anything fishy about you, you better hide yourself. If not, you might be dead without

not expect him to let her