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.

living quarters of the club owner. Emmeline was previously held captive

be swift and precise while ensuring the safety of innocent bystanders. Any unnecessary involvement of civilians must be avoided at all costs. If the police are alerted and dispatched, the situation will rapidly

gather intelligence on the target’s whereabouts prior to taking any further steps. This

the most suitable candidate to conduct the reconnaissance?” Benjamin inquired. -Tll handle it,” Abel asserted. “I

on the task, Abel. Who on earth in Struyria does not know who Mr. Abel

if my cover is blown, it would be less likely

“A man disguised as a woman? Abel, you’re over

and added, “This woman is exceptionally

I go

retorted, “You? How much shorter are you compared to me, barely over six

speechless by Abel’s

a predicament,” remarked Waylon, who happened to

in Struyrian, the trio carried on a heated debate, paying little heed to the foreign mercenaries who stood nearby. The mercenaries, unable

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

for it,” Benjamin remarked, “At six feet, you’re

that. Frankly, I’d

to Benjamin. “As soon as day breaks,

Benjamin reached but to the makeup artist from Adelmar Studios. Following that, he quickly got in touch with a tailor specializing in custom–made clothing and placed an

the makeup artist arrived and began transforming Abel’s

long