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.

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

had once abducted Emmeline and faced a severe beating from Abel and Benjamin. Abel couldn’t help but wonder why Diesel was here. Did he also have a connection to

shop. As he took a sip, he

Emmeline hailed a cab

noticed Abel had thoughtfully prepared dinner. It consisted of several

embraced her, playfully spun her around, then gently placed her back on the ground

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

idea? Production is going smoothly, orders are pouring

so Emmeline felt reassured, believing

hundred thousand to deal with Albus ensures Aunt Kimberly’s peace of mind, and Emma will forever be my

planning to visit Sandwell? I

pulling out a chair and replied, “Let’s review the schedule for next week. I need to make a stop at your school

her behalf. A

on the table and said. If someone’s been missing for two months, the chances of them still being alive are next to none.

see her once school starts. What

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

drove

had scheduled their

gratitude, saying, “Thanks to Abel for letting us use the