Ambush of the Quadruplets
Chapter 1018

The three of them piled into Abel's Rolls-Royce, heading towards the Struyria Banquet. They had chosen to dine there for the evening, despite the notorious rush hour traffic that plagued the roads. What was supposed to be a forty-minute journey turned into an hour-long ordeal of honking horns and gridlocked streets.

Finally, they arrived at their destination and parked in the underground garage. Making their way up the elevator, they entered Benjamin's exclusive private room within the banquet hall. They ordered their favorite dishes and began to eat together.

"I was originally planning to have lunch at Macsen Villa," Emmeline said between bites. "Because Waylon seemed upset."

"Upset about what?" Abel and Benjamin inquired simultaneously.

They both picked out Emmeline's favorite dishes, placing them on a small plate before her.

"It's about the hospital construction project," Emmeline answered after taking a mouthful of food. "Waylon has caught the attention of a certain lady from a particular department."

"Struyria isn't Osea," Benjamin remarked. "In Osea, everyone knows he's not to be messed with. No woman dares to set her sights on him. But here in Struyria, it's a different story. If he shows up, it's only natural for women to take notice."

"That's why Waylon is feeling down," Emmeline chimed in. "He doesn't want to invite unnecessary trouble."

"Should I have the PR department step in and resolve the situation for him?" Abel suggested. "Which department is this woman from?"

"Waylon hasn't mentioned it yet. I rushed out as soon as I received Ben's call," Emmeline replied.

"In that case, I'll ask him," Benjamin said. "Let's not let him suffer in silence."

With that, Benjamin took out his phone and dialed Waylon's number.

After a few rings, Waylon answered in his deep and melodious voice, "Ben, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Waylon," Benjamin reassured. "Emma and Abel are with me."

"That's good to hear," Waylon replied. "Don't let matters of the heart weigh you down. See through it all."

"Not about me," Benjamin continued. "Emma mentioned that something is bothering you. Care to share?"

"Someone has already taken care of it," Waylon said. "No need to worry."

Just as Benjamin was about to speak, the sound of a crying baby came through the phone.

Benjamin paused, and then Waylon hung up.

Benjamin chuckled, "Is Waylon looking after a child?"

"Doris' two babies at Macsen Villa," Emmeline laughed. "It's quite lively over there, to say the least."

Abel chimed in, "It's good for Waylon to have an early taste of being a dad."

"The best part is that those two babies look just like Waylon," Emmeline chuckled. "He's getting tired, but it's worth it."

"We shouldn't accuse Waylon unjustly," Benjamin laughed. "Who knows, he might still be a virgin."

"I'm not accusing him. I know him," Emmeline giggled mischievously. "It's just the workers there who are making wild guesses."

In reality, Doris wasn't at Macsen Villa. She had been sent by Waylon to do some "work."

In the morning, Emmeline hurriedly left Macsen Villa, leaving Doris to face Waylon, creating an awkward situation.

Doris bowed and apologized repeatedly to Waylon, acknowledging that she had caused him trouble.

Waylon looked at her and furrowed his brow.

"You certainly have caused me trouble, and quite a lot of it. I'm a single man, and suddenly I have two demanding infants at home. Do you think I'm not bothered by it?" he said. "Bothered," Doris nodded earnestly.

Sometimes even as the biological mother, she found the children bothersome, let alone someone like Waylon who had no relation to them.

"But the children are innocent, aren't they?" Waylon raised an eyebrow. "What do the children know?"

"I understand that," Doris replied. "It's all my fault for causing trouble. So, I'll go replace a place and move out quickly, to give Mr. Adelmar some peace."

"Do you think replaceing a place is as easy as buying cabbage at the market? Like it's that simple?" Waylon retorted.

"What do you mean by that, Mr. Adelmar?"

Doris raised her gaze and looked at the dignified and elegant man on the couch. "Are you suggesting that I leave with the children and wander around on the streets?" "Did I say that?" Waylon asked, his brow furrowing. "Am I that bad?"