The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 703 Storage Room

40 minutes later, the car parked in the parking lot of Seashell Hotel.

Abel’s bodyguard opened the car door for Evelyn.

The chauffeur, who was also Abel’s bodyguard, escorted Evelyn toward the hotel lobby with another bodyguard.

“Has Mr. Abel arrived already?” Evelyn asked tremblingly.

“Yes.” The bodyguard replied coldly.

After entering the lobby, the bodyguard showed no signs of leading Evelyn into a private room.

Instead, the bodyguard led Evelyn through the lobby, walking deeper into the building.

The lighting grew dimmer as they walked further down.

Evelyn felt uneasy, so she asked, “Which room is Mr. Abel in?”

“Basement One.” The bodyguard answered with a stoic expression.

“Basement One?” Evelyn asked, “What a weird name for a private room. Are there private rooms at the basement level?”

The bodyguard regained his stoic expression, and he remained silent.

Evelyn did not ask any further.

Evelyn doubted the stoic bodyguards would reveal anything, even if she questioned further.

They escorted Evelyn down the stairs, with one bodyguard walking in front of Evelyn and the other walking

a place with

had walked into an area resembling a storage

Evelyn’s heart started pounding.

going, but she knew there was no

ran away in panic, it would show

Evelyn coughed, trying to give herself

bodyguards finally spoke up, stopping in

invite me for dinner in a place like this? Are you

The bodyguard answered, “Mr. Abel is waiting inside. Please,

The iron door opened

and she realized that it was

a table in the middle of the

seafood was served on the table with red wine,

behind the table in a white shirt. He leisurely poured himself a glass of

man exuded an alluring charm

“Mr. Abel?”

She was confused about why

are you waiting for?” Abel narrowed his eyes under the orange light,

walked into the room, asking, “Mr. Abel, why are

free from disturbances.” Abel smiled, “I like this

about

on a charming smile, it made Evelyn feel like he was hard to read.

gently, “Do you need to be polite to

not know what to