The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Janie’s face flushed crimson at the mere utterance of that sentence while Benjamin lowered his head, embarrassed.

Waylon retrieved a packet of medicine from his pocket containing only one solitary pill.

“Once you take this, you’ll be fine. After that, have the doctor evaluate you, and you should be able to leave the hospital.”

Having taken the pill. Benjamin passed it to Janie and went on to prepare a glass of warm water for her.

Janie crushed the pill between her teeth before swallowing it.

Waylon spoke softly to her, “I trust you to keep this a secret for me, alright?”

With a reassuring smile and a nod, Janie responded, “I understand, Mr. Waylon. Don’t worry.”

Once Abel and Waylon departed, Benjamin requested the doctor to reexamine Janic.

All of Janie’s vital signs showed no abnormalities, leaving the doctor perplexed, yet no questions were raised, and so Janie was cleared for release from the hospital just like that.

Stealthily, under the cloak of night, Osea’s mercenaries and their arsenals made their clandestine arrival at midnight.

The mercenaries and their arsenal gathered in the basement of The Precipice.

Abel did as he did on his previous covert rescue mission at the Imperial Palace–he displayed the floor plan of the Imperial Palace and briefed the mercenaries on the layout of each location, this time doing so. in Spanish.

The top floor contains the living quarters of the club owner. Emmeline was previously held captive in this area, but our current intel is limited. You must know

Any unnecessary involvement of civilians must be avoided at all costs. If the police

to infiltrate the Imperial Palace and gather intelligence on the target’s

candidate to conduct the reconnaissance?” Benjamin inquired. -Tll handle it,” Abel asserted. “I am well–acquainted with the layouts of the

you to take on the

the guise of a woman. Even if my cover is blown, it would be less likely

but laugh. “A man disguised as a woman? Abel, you’re

in the laughter and

about I go

are you compared to me, barely over six

speechless by

who happened to be the same height as

mercenaries who stood nearby. The mercenaries, unable to understand their words, watched intently as the three expressed

sudden burst of inspiration. “I can transform myself into a blonde!” he exclaimed. “A blonde

it,” Benjamin remarked, “At six

stated, “Let’s just make do with that. Frankly, I’d feel uneasy about

Abel said to Benjamin. “As soon as day breaks, find a makeup artist who can assist me with

from Adelmar Studios. Following that, he quickly got in touch with a tailor specializing in

morning, the makeup artist arrived

custom–made long