The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Abel held Emmeline’s hand and led her directly to the billiards room after swiping their membership cards at the front desk.

The area was a large hall with six billiard tables, and there was no one else inside.

As Tony personally escorted them, two accompanying ladies greeted Abel and Emmeline.

“Take care of Mr. Abel and Madam,” Tony instructed the two females, emphasizing the term. “Madam.”

He was concerned that the two accompanying ladies would be attracted to the charming. Abel.

This was their usual strategy.

Abel’s wife possessed formidable martial arts skills.

These two accompanying ladies must not provoke her.

To be honest, as soon as they laid eyes on Abel, the two females accompanying Emmeline. were captivated by his charisma.

Wasn’t this man incredibly attractive?

They had always considered Tony attractive, but when he stood next to Abel, Tony paled in comparison!

This man not only had physical handsomeness, but he also exuded an exceptional aura.

There was a tremendous sense of dominance and a regal presence that he concealed.

other than Abel who possessed such enchanting beauty in

they realized it could only be

were always someone

by his wife.

she was also breathtakingly beautiful. They couldn’t help but admire

two escorting ladies respectfully served Abel and

setting up the tripod and asking, “Who will start?”

taking the cue stick, thoroughly

gracefully bent

magnificent straight shot, steady and strong, aiming at the cue ball and scattering the

balls rolled and fell

shot!” exclaimed the four individuals standing

see that Emmeline not only knew how to play billiards but also

if I had known you were so good at billiards, I would have brought you here to play

that good,” Emmeline modestly replied. “I’m not being humble, but I’ve only played a

being modest,” Tony pointed out. “A master can tell if someone is

Emmeline laughed. “Even if I tell

the game is amazing.” Abel remarked. “You pocketed three balls with your

let me continue, Emmeline said, bending down again. “Let’s see if I can keep guessing so

one stroke, she pocketed two more balls.

Who would

truly is just guessing!” Emmeline laughed. “I’ve played with Waylon a few times; there’s no real skill

exclaimed. “My

conversed, Emmeline pocketed two more balls, but