The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Dylan abstained from alcohol, so he quickly finished his pasta.

Abel glanced at his watch; it was 7:30PM, so the trio navigated through the bustling crowd and reached the parking lot. However, they could hear a commotion as if a light was taking place, and it was happening. right where Abel had parked his car.

“Wait here, guys,” Abel told Dylan and Alana. ‘T’ll go over and check it out first.”

Dylan advised, “Be careful and don’t get involved. Your car getting scratched is a minor issue, and your safety is more important!”

“Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Carson. Abel smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

But what if he had to fight? Will he be able to handle three or five people?

When he reached his car, he witnessed two men fighting, though it seemed unrelated to his vehicle. Abel was about to intervene and try to stop the fight when he suddenly recognized that one of the shirtless men fighting was Diesel.

How did he always end up in these situations?

continued to fight while a glamorously dressed woman stood nearby in a tight–fitting sleeveless

a cigarette and leaned against the front of his car, squinting as he observed the scene. Just then,

them?”

hand, signaling her not to ask too many questions. He then opened the back door of the

of security filled Alana’s heart as she obediently sat in the car. She suddenly understood why Abel always protected Emmeline so meticulously,

few rounds of fighting, Diesel gained the upper hand, and the other man covered his face and lay on the

ground, cursing. “You don’t have the guts, so don’t bother me! Your girlfriend is just a promiscuous woman who has set her eyes on me. What can you do about it? I’m wealthier and stronger than you, so if you don’t accept it, tough luck! If you

stand up and attempted to charge at Diesel, but the glamorously dressed woman tightly embraced him around the waist and pleaded, “That’s enough! Stop fighting, and let’s go

to me about working overtime at the office while you were actually fooling

when I got together with

again, but Abel grabbed his arm.

turned around aggressively. ‘Who are you?”

the car owner. A scratch will cost

something under his breath and shook off Abel’s hand, but then Abel said, “That guy ran