The Quadruplets Are Mine?

A disturbance erupted at the wedding reception held at the Nimbus Hotel, and Adrien. quickly received word of it.

Adrien was concerned about the potential impact on the hotel, as he was in charge. He hurried to the scene to retrieve the security footage.

Unfortunately, they couldn’t see what had happened inside the restroom as there were no cameras installed.

However, the surveillance outside the restroom captured everything..

A man could be seen rushing out, carrying a woman dressed in white under the bright lights.

But the man returned in less than two minutes, his face flushed with anger.

He stormed into the restroom, only to emerge a minute later.

Then he left gracefully, as if he had only dealt with a minor issue.

Following that, a group of men and women hurriedly entered the men’s restroom.

Leading the charge were the daughter and son of the owner of the Imperial Palace club.

Adrien didn’t have to look hard to recognize the man as Waylon, coming in and out.

Waylon?

This was intriguing!

he had been holding in his

resembled Doris, even though her face

Wow!

had lost his

happened inside?

someone to gather more

Richardson family, the hosts of the wedding luncheon, were discussing the situation in the private room of the Richardson family

a report from his employees.

woman named Doris, and Waylon had stepped

his chair. “That scumbag Raymond deserved it! He may not look like it, but he’s

incident seemed

newly appointed owner of the Imperial Palace club, was

the surveillance footage and sent

finished showering and was getting ready to blow–dry her hair at

notification

she picked up her phone, she saw that it was from

her brow, as they rarely exchanged messages. “Why is he

Abel, who was preparing to take a shower, paused upon hearing her

Abel,” Emmeline explained, “he sent me a video.”

“Your

Emmeline said, running her hand through her hair while opening the video. with her other hand.

a quick glance, she abruptly stood up from her chair. “Adam?

Adam and asked, “What’s