The Quadruplets Are Mine? novel Chapter 187

The Quadruplets Are Mine? Chapter 187

An hour later, Adam’s Hennessey Venom pulled up outside the café.

Through the glass door, Adam’s grimacing side profile could be seen in the semi-lowered seat.

He did not bring a chauffeur, assistant, or security detail with him.

“Ms. Louise, can you not go?”

Sam and Daisy were worried.

“Adrien is nothing. Adam is the mean one!”

Emmeline uttered, “I must go. He talked to Waylon, and he’s

suspicious about who I am. I don’t feel comfortable if I don’t put feelers out.

“Do you want to let Mr. Benjamin know? He can watch your back,” Sam said.

“Keep it from Benjamin for now. He makes a big deal out of things,” Emmeline replied.

“Mr. Benjamin is concerned about you.”

“In that case, tell Benjamin to buy a few online shops now to sell different kinds of needles on eBay, but don’t tell him why,” Emmeline told Sam.

“Alright, Ms. Louise.” Sam heeded the order.

“What about me? Don’t expect me to sit around, Ms. Louise,” Daisy commented.

“You’re a skilled fighter. You should follow me in the dark just to be on the safe side.”

“Roger that, Ms. Louise.” Daisy nodded Ker head.

Daisy had been feeling as if she was stuck in a rut with the daily housekeeping. A mission was all she needed to recharge.

“I got to go. Onto your positions.”

“Sure!”

Emmeline picked up her bag and opened the glass door to head outside.

“Please get in, Ms. Louise.”

Adam pressed the central control panel to raise the door to the back

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seat.

Once Emmeline bent over to get inside, Hennessey Venom zipped away.

“What do you fancy having, Ms. Louise?”

With huge aviators, Adam was a swagger behind the wheel.

Emmeline looked ahead.

All she saw was one-third of his profile and his sleek mustache above his lips.

“I could do some comfort food. Let’s go to the Foodie’s Paradise. I don’t feel like having anything else,” Emmeline answered.

“Ha. You’d probably find your

appetite again after listening to the story.”

“We’ll see about that. I don’t know what story you plan to tell,” Emmeline remarked.

“No rush. You’ll hear about it in a