The Quadruplets Are Mine?

The three of them piled into Abel's Rolls-Royce, heading towards the Struyria Banquet. They had chosen to dine there for the evening, despite the notorious rush hour traffic that plagued the roads.

What was supposed to be a forty-minute journey turned into an hour-long ordeal of honking horns and gridlocked streets.

Finally, they arrived at their destination and parked in the underground garage. Making their way up the elevator, they entered Benjamin's exclusive private room within the banquet hall.

They ordered their favorite dishes and began to eat together.

"I was originally planning to have lunch at Macsen Villa," Emmeline said between bites. "Because Waylon seemed upset."

"Upset about what?" Abel and Benjamin inquired simultaneously.

They both picked out Emmeline's favorite dishes, placing them on a small plate before her.

"It's about the hospital construction project," Emmeline answered after taking a mouthful of food. "Waylon has caught the attention of a certain lady from a particular department."

"Struyria isn't Osea," Benjamin remarked. "In Osea, everyone knows he's not to be messed with. No woman dares to set her sights on him. But here in Struyria, it's a different story. If he shows up, it's only natural for women to take notice."

"That's why Waylon is feeling down," Emmeline chimed in. "He doesn't want to invite unnecessary trouble."

department step in and resolve the situation for him?" Abel suggested. "Which department is this woman

rushed out as soon

that case, I'll ask him," Benjamin said. "Let's not let him suffer

his

answered in his deep and melodious voice,

fine, Waylon," Benjamin reassured. "Emma and Abel are

matters of the

about me," Benjamin continued. "Emma mentioned that something

has already taken care of it," Waylon said.

sound

then Waylon

Waylon looking after

at Macsen Villa," Emmeline laughed. "It's quite lively

Waylon to have an early taste of being

babies look just like Waylon," Emmeline chuckled. "He's getting

accuse Waylon unjustly," Benjamin laughed. "Who knows, he

know him," Emmeline giggled mischievously. "It's just the workers

reality, Doris wasn't at Macsen Villa. She had been sent by Waylon to