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?

in a tight–fitting sleeveless maxi dress and shouted, “Stop fighting!

that the two men were fighting over her. Abel lit a cigarette and leaned against the front of his car, squinting as he

with them?” Alana

too many questions. He then opened the back door of the car and told Alana, “Stay in the car!”

the fight. A strong sense of security filled Alana’s heart as she

gained the upper hand, and the other man covered his face

set her eyes on me. What can you do

at Diesel, but the glamorously dressed woman tightly embraced

and slapped her twice loudly. “Sophia, you deceitful woman! You lied to me about working overtime at the office while you were actually fooling around with this scoundrel! You

when I got together with

shame, the man lunged forward to hit her again, but Abel grabbed his arm.

turned around aggressively.

car owner. A scratch will

muttered something under his breath and shook off Abel’s hand, but then Abel said,