The Quadruplets Are Mine?

After finishing her call with Waylon, Doris hung up the phone. So, for the past couple of days, every evening after work, she took a taxi home and then sent a message to Waylon. Waylon would respond with just “Got it.” And that would be the end of the conversation.

Now, as Doris was about to hail a taxi that night, a black car suddenly stopped in front of her. Before she could react, two people got out of the backseat and the front passenger seat respectively, grabbed her, and shoved her into the car. They swiftly locked the doors, and the car sped away.

The whole ordeal took less than two seconds. Even so, the situation was witnessed by Daniel, who happened to be driving behind.

Earlier in the day, Daniel had talked to Doris and learned she would take a taxi home after work. He had considered offering to give her a ride to ensure her safety. As fate would have it, he was driving toward her location and saw her being forcibly placed into the car.

Realizing that something was wrong, Daniel floored the gas pedal and chased after the vehicle.

The person in the front passenger seat cursed inside the car after glancing at the rearview mirror. “We have a Volvo chasing our tail!”

By this time, Doris had already been gagged with duct tape, and her hands and feet were bound. She lay on the seat, desperately struggling and making muffled sounds through her. gag.

hadn’t wronged anyone and had no idea why these people had suddenly kidnapped her. Also, she was worried about her children at home. What would become of her

seat, only for

Raymond will take your life!”

Doris’ mind went blank. Could it be Raymond Zaneveld, the scion from a powerful family who had made inappropriate advances toward me at the wedding banquet and had his limbs broken by Waylon

pursuing the black sedan in front. However, the car ahead maintained a high speed,

locked in a tight chase. They left the city, entered the highway, took the

steering wheel tightly, never taking his eyes off the black car in front. He didn’t

the relentless pursuit left him with

far from idle. He repeatedly picked up and put down his

It has been half an hour; she should have arrived home by note. So, tehy hasn’t

of Doris’

However, as the ringing continued, with no one answering, his relief turned into dread. Finally, a robotic voice informed him. “The