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.

saw someone familiar. Evelyn was sitting by a table with a bunch of men and a working girl. She was scantily clad, and the men

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

so low after the Murphy family kicked her out. He walked away and

a man approached Abel, seemingly tipsy. The man looked at Abel excitedly.

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

beside Abel and tried to pull Abel into his arms. Abel avoided him, “Let’s

I am honored.” Abel took a deep breath and tried to sound feminine,

make

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

drinks, and the two began to drink. It did not take long for the man to pass out