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.

and with a wolf tattoo on the left arm–it

beating from Abel and Benjamin. Abel couldn’t help but wonder

mineral water from a nearby shop. As he took a sip, he discreetly used the bottle

matters with Vernon, Emmeline hailed a cab and headed straight.

had thoughtfully prepared dinner. It consisted of several vegetarian dishes and the fragrant

on the ground and affectionately ruffled her

She inquired, “You appear to have something on your mind. Is there

that idea? Production is going smoothly, orders are pouring in, and I couldn’t be happier.”

so Emmeline felt reassured, believing

Albus ensures Aunt Kimberly’s peace of mind, and Emma will forever be my cherished treasure. No one can ever take

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

replied, “Let’s review the schedule for next week. I need

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

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

to see her once school starts. What crime has she

was referring to Ysabel, it sounded to Abel like she was talking about Albus.

drove Emmeline to RetroWave

scheduled their wedding

expressed his gratitude, saying, “Thanks to Abel for letting us use the apartment. I wouldn’t have known how