The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Adam was disgusted with Evelyn, and he didn’t want to talk to her. He wore an icy expression.

Evelyn extended her hand to touch Adam’s face and said, “Mr. Adam, you look much younger and charming without a mustache.”

Adam pushed her hand away. He took out the tissue from his pocket to wipe his face.

Evelyn persisted and made an effort to strike up a conversation. She said, “Mr. Adam, are you the Palace Lord? Otherwise…”

“Slap!”

She received a hard slap from Adam, who then chastised her, “Are you going to die from not talking?”

Evelyn put her hand over her cheek, pursed her lips, and stopped talking.

They immediately headed to Avalan Mansion after passing through the town and went back to Struyria. Adam’s identity was still a secret for now, even though the Imperial Palace’s Palace Lord was under investigation.

Adam thought to himself, I did a great job of hiding my identity.

First, he went upstairs to take a bath and change his clothes. He went downstairs and poured himself a glass of red wine after that. In his opinion, nothing was more enjoyable than having a glass of red wine, if one glass was not enough, he would have two.

Adam admired the alluring red liquid inside the wine glass while swirling it. Red wine requires patience to enjoy; the longer it breathes, the smoother the flavor. If he rushed it, the wine would taste astringent, just like his current feelings for Emmeline.

the red wine in the glass and thought about

questioned, “Mr. Adam, where should we meet Flynn? Where do you think it’s convenient

you

answered, “Hmm, probably West Shemer Lake. Tell him that you want to jump into the lake and that you left a suicide note. Because of its remoteness, that location is

it is. Shall

first.” Evelyn gave a nod and said, “Okay, I’ll wait for you to finish what you

overcome by feelings of disgust and humiliation. He feared that if he let this woman remain by his

was rumored that after ingesting this poison,

than death if she

giggled in the

at Sunny Avenue,

this morning and felt

him. This old man relied on the wealthy families in Struyria to live a decent

to buy some medicine from

he stroked his beard in response, “There’s no rush to make a payment. What sort of medication do

ancient formula the Adelmars wished

and asked, “Deathly Desires? Who had enraged you so badly

none of your business. Just tell me how long it will take to make

but I have

great. I’m in a hurry; please give it to