The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Abel grabbed the man and pushed him out of the elevator. The working girl who had just been abandoned by the man looked at Abel, who was disguised as a blonde now, wide–eyed.

She was shocked to see the blonde’s hairy legs. Abel paused and glared at her, “What are you looking at?” She pointed at his legs and said, “Girl, you need to shave your legs.”

Abel glanced at his legs and shrugged. “I don’t think so. You have no idea how liberating it is to let your hair grow as nature intends.”

He turned on his heel and walked toward the lounge. Men and women gathered here for drinks and entertainment. If they felt like it, guests could bring the working girls out to get a room.

The lounge was dimly–lit, and the smell of cigarettes and alcohol filled the air. Abel frowned. He wondered why men would waste their time at this place. There had to be better things to do than wasting time here.

He usually visited Section A in the Imperial Palace for a drink or two only. It was the first time he entered this exclusive lounge area.

a table with a bunch of men and a working girl.

alright?” She was smiling sweetly. One of the men laughed. “How could you ask me to take it slow when I am with you? Why don’t we get out of here

had stooped so low after the Murphy family kicked her out. He walked away and sat down by one of the tables.

Abel, seemingly tipsy. The man looked

few drinks, shall we?” The man tried to touch Abel’s face, but Abel pushed his hand away. He smiled drily, “My name

into his arms. Abel avoided him, “Let’s take it slow,

Abel took a deep breath and tried to sound feminine, “Why

man beamed at Abel. “I will make

he was not disguised as a working girl here. He decided he would teach the man a

for the man to pass out drunk.