The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Emmeline took a moment to contemplate and then inquired, “So, what should I do?”

“You should consider undergoing professional training. It’s a high–demand industry in your city for the future,” Brandon replied.

Emmeline nodded, recognizing the ample opportunities for marketing training and a significant gap to be filled.

“If I decide to accept, what should I do next?”

“Come over to my place for a week of intensive closed–door training.” he suggested.

Emmeline’s eyes lit up, and she exclaimed with delight, “So, I’ll be your student? Thank you for offering me this opportunity, but am I truly qualified?”

Brandon chuckled. I’m very selective when choosing my apprentices, and you passed the test.”

“Alright, Mr. Wyan, Emmeline said happily. “I will cherish this opportunity!”

After ending the call, she left the study. Abel remarked. I didn’t expect you to be so mature for your age.

Emmeline pouted, saying. Why not? Can’t I have my own aspirations?”

“I was talking about you being so headstrong and not heeding my advice. Abel playfully teased her, “You’re not as obedient as someone like Alana!”

“Abel!” Emmeline jumped up. “Do you find your life too boring?”

Abel glanced at her and finally realized that he had provoked her. It turned out that her sulking stemmed from this

“Are you jealous?” He chuckled, leaning in to look at her flushed face.

Emmeline puffed up like an irate little lion. “Jealous? Me? Who do you think you are?”

Ryker. My name

sup

his name said it

I was just teasing you,” Abel consoled her, hugging

away her tears and said, “Who cares? I don’t mind if

taken aback by her

know that this is what I fear the

unexpected silence,

streamed down

settled on the sofa. With a strain in his voice, he implored, “Please don’t hurt me

the truth. With the company about to launch. you’ll be swamped and exhausted. I won’t be able to stay

things!” Abel growled. “If I need a caretaker, I will hire

“But-

to continue, he leaned

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impeccably clean, which

what made him uncomfortable was the addition of an extra desk

his brow

carrying a batch of expense receipts, and requested Abel’s signature

Abel inquired. “Whose desk

Alana’s. Mr. Yendall suggested moving it here,

silent with a serious expression as he took the receipts

the truck from the previous day, with the handler’s signature

for accuracy. Abel signed the receipts

the door. “Mr. Yendall mentioned that from now on, all these receipts, ins and outs,