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."

the PR department step in and resolve the situation for him?" Abel suggested. "Which

rushed out as soon as I received Ben's call," Emmeline

I'll ask him," Benjamin said. "Let's not

out his phone and dialed

a few rings, Waylon answered in his deep and melodious voice, "Ben, are you

reassured. "Emma and

of the heart weigh you down. See through it

that something is bothering

already taken care of it,"

about to speak, the sound of

then Waylon

"Is Waylon looking after

babies at Macsen Villa," Emmeline laughed. "It's quite lively over there, to say

"It's good for Waylon to have an early taste

best part is that those two babies look just like Waylon," Emmeline chuckled. "He's getting tired, but

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

him. I know him," Emmeline giggled mischievously. "It's just the workers there who are making

Macsen Villa. She had been sent