The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Abel was James‘ savior. Abel had pulled him from the looming shadows across the street.

James Hudson, a former mercenary who had narrowly escaped an assassination attempt five years prior, found sanctuary in Centennial. It was Abel who, by a chance encounter, had saved his life, leading James to adopt a low–key existence as a merchant specializing in audio and video products. Beneath this seemingly ordinary facade, he discreetly maintained his involvement in the black market arms trade through his previous connections.

Abel and James seldom crossed paths. Their interactions were limited. However, the current predicament involving Emma left Abel grappling for a solution.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” James inquired.

“I can’t simply stand by and watch the person I love suffer most, Abel replied. I have no other choice.”

“In light of you saving my life,” James assured. “I won’t accept a single cent from 200,000. I pledge to manage it discreetly and without a trace.”

“Agreed!” Abel nodded. “200,000, I’ll deliver it to you later.”

After their discussion, Abel said his goodbyes and exited James‘ shop.

James did not see him off.

As Abel approached his car, he noticed a familiar figure passing by. Curious, he turned around and caught sight of a wolf tattoo on the person’s left arm.

Abel’s memory raced–a person of average build, strong, and with a wolf tattoo on

faced a severe beating from Abel and Benjamin. Abel couldn’t help but wonder why

to postpone getting into his car, Abel purchased a bottle of mineral water from a nearby shop. As he took a sip, he discreetly used the bottle to partially obscure his face while

hailed a cab and headed

six in the evening, she noticed Abel had thoughtfully prepared dinner. It

an apron, he embraced her, playfully spun her around, then gently placed her back on the ground and affectionately ruffled her hair. “You’ve had a busy day,

eyes and suddenly sensed that his smile concealed something. She inquired, “You

did you get that idea? Production is going

felt reassured, believing

about anything else? Spending two hundred thousand to deal with Albus ensures Aunt Kimberly’s peace of

“When are you planning to visit Sandwell? I need to collect

the schedule for next week. I need to make a stop at your school first.”

her that Abel would likely handle something on her behalf. A shadow crossed her mind, and she sighed, “It’s been two months since Ms. Ysabel went missing, and

utensil on the table and said. If someone’s been missing for two months, the chances of them still

shivered and added. “I hope to see her once school starts. What crime has she

to Abel like she was talking about Albus. His

drove Emmeline to RetroWave

scheduled their wedding for the coming

“Thanks to Abel for letting us use the apartment. I wouldn’t have