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.

was previously held captive

safety of innocent bystanders. Any unnecessary involvement of civilians must be avoided at all costs. If the

followed up, stating, “Therefore, our optimal course of action is to infiltrate the Imperial Palace and gather intelligence on the target’s whereabouts prior to taking

conduct the reconnaissance?” Benjamin inquired. -Tll

high risk involved, it may not be wise for you to take on the task, Abel. Who on earth in Struyria does not know who

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

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

joined in the laughter and added,

I go

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

speechless by

predicament,” remarked Waylon, who happened to be the same height

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

myself into a blonde!”

remarked, “At six feet, you’re practically reaching the ceiling

that. Frankly, I’d feel

“As soon as day breaks, find a makeup artist who

artist from Adelmar Studios. Following that, he quickly got in touch with a tailor specializing in custom–made clothing and placed an urgent overnight order for a long

morning, the makeup artist arrived and began

long