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?

while a glamorously dressed woman stood nearby in a tight–fitting

Abel lit a cigarette and leaned against the front of

them?”

opened the back

Abel’s intention–he was concerned that she might accidentally get hurt if she remained in the midst of the fight. A strong sense of security filled Alana’s heart as she obediently sat in the car. She suddenly understood why Abel always

Diesel gained the upper hand, and the other man

just a promiscuous woman who has set her eyes on me. What can you

ground struggled to 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

deceitful woman! You lied to me about working overtime at the office while you were actually fooling around with this scoundrel! You didn’t expect me to come here, did you? I

covered her face and angrily retorted, “You’re no better! I must have been blind when I got together with you! You can neglect your

shame, the man lunged forward to hit her again, but

aggressively. ‘Who

“Well, the car owner. A scratch will cost

shook off Abel’s hand, but then Abel