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 the left arm–it

a severe beating from Abel and Benjamin. Abel couldn’t help but wonder why Diesel was here. Did

took a sip, he

discussing her employee training matters with Vernon, Emmeline hailed a cab

Abel had thoughtfully prepared dinner. It consisted of several vegetarian dishes and the fragrant oatmeal that he knew she

spun her around, then gently placed her back on the ground and affectionately ruffled her hair. “You’ve had a

his eyes and suddenly sensed that his smile concealed something. She inquired, “You appear to have something on your mind. Is there something you’re

that idea? Production is going smoothly, orders are

believing

centered on a single focus. Why worry about anything else? Spending two hundred thousand to deal with Albus ensures Aunt Kimberly’s peace of mind, and Emma will forever be my cherished treasure. No one can ever take her

to visit Sandwell? I need to collect the goods.”

the schedule for next week. I need to

Emmeline realized ten days remained until school resumed. It dawned on her that Abel would likely handle something on her behalf. A shadow crossed her mind, and she sighed, “It’s

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

school starts. What crime

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

following day, Luca drove Emmeline to RetroWave

had scheduled their wedding

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