Ambush of the Quadruplets
Chapter 962 You Have Failed, Haven’t You?

Waylon refuted, "We are strangers in the first place. Why do you accuse me of being cold to you while this is actually normal?"

"But I still owe you the money for car repair," Doris said.

"I will give you my bank account again," Waylon said, "You go to the bank tomorrow and link your account to your phone. Wire it to me then. If you are not able to do that, we can forget about this."

"Mr. Adelmar..."

Doris' face turned pale and she was about to cry as well since Waylon was being so harsh.

"Do you need to sound so mean? I know I only made trouble for you, but..."

"That's all I have to say," Waylon was not moved at all. He began to dig into the spaghetti.

He finished the tomato spaghetti in no time. He even washed down all of the soup.

"This is it. You no longer owe me anything after this. I'm leaving now."

He retrieved his car key from the tea table and took his jacket.

"But... Your account..."

"I'll give you now."

Waylon produced his wallet from his jacket and took out a bank card. He said, "Just take a photo of this."

Doris had no choice but to take a photo of his bank card.

"Everything's settled now. Don't ever call me or send me voice messages though. My sister is the only exception, but I always feel irritated when someone calls me."

Doris did not know what to say to that.

Waylon turned around and walked out of the living room, leaving Doris on the sofa. She heard the sound of the door opening and closing.

He left just like that.

She could not believe that she was actually feeling sorrowful about it.

It seemed that he could not stand her even for another minute. She really was a troublemaker.

Waylon walked toward his Maybach while deleting Doris' contact from his phone log.

Whether she returned his money or not, he vowed not to see this woman again.

She really was a bringer of bad luck, and he had a feeling that his life would take a turn for the worse if he stuck to her all the time.

It was not like he was in desperate need of those seven hundred thousand dollars.

He was really just showing her some face, but it seemed that Doris really took that whole thing seriously!

After coming back to Macsen Villa, the first thing that came into view was the sight of his siblings merrily enjoying their dinner.

Upon seeing Waylon's return, Benjamin quickly pulled him over and made him sit on a chair.

"Waylon, we are just getting started. The food is piping hot as you can see. We have prepared your cutleries as well."

Waylon pretended to be angry at Emmeline by shooting a glare at her.

Emmeline blinked while sneakily getting up from her seat which was next to Abel. Then, she slithered to Waylon's side and put her hands on his shoulders.

"Don't even think of sweet talk me," Waylon shrugged her hands away, "You really are a brat, and all along I have been spoiling you!"

"I am not trying to sweet talk you at all!"

Emmeline snorted, but she immediately drooped her head and sniffed his clothes.

"What are you doing?" Waylon shrunk back.

Emmeline continued to sniff at his clothes like a dog getting curious about something.

"Are you a dog or what?" Waylon almost jumped up.

Emmeline straightened her back and said in disappointment, "Waylon, you have failed, didn't you?"

Only then Waylon realized that this brat was trying to get a whiff of a woman's scent as if it had been lingering on his body!

She was really sneaky!

He did carry Doris just now, but luckily her scent did not stick to him. That was why Emmeline could not replace anything on him.

Even though that was the case, for some reason, Waylon felt a little guilty.

Emmeline was afraid that he would launch into a fit of rage again, so she quickly got back to Abel's side.

Benjamin, Kenny, and Bowie were smirking and snickering at Waylon.

"What the hell are you laughing at?" Waylon did not look very friendly, "This brat has checked me just now. There is no scent on me, is there?"

The siblings clammed up, but they were actually expecting Emmeline to sniff some womanly smell on him.

"It's too bad, then," Emmeline shook her head, "With your disposition, if we do not lend a helping hand, you would never replace a wife for yourself in your entire life."

"That's not the case at all. I am just not interested!" Waylon shoved some meat onto her plate, "With my looks and everything, as long as I want it, you will have a sister-in-law anytime!"

"Then you should just do it!" Emmeline said enthusiastically, "You can't let us wait for too long, can you?"

"It's such a hassle. I don't think I would want a partner anytime soon!"

Waylon pictured Doris in his mind, and somehow he felt frustrated, "Let's eat! Let the food shut your mouth! Don't mention this anymore!"