Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law
Chapter 524

Chapter 524 Mr. Adrien's Panda Eyes

"But Mr. Adrien," Luca frowned, "I know you miss Ms. Louise, but don't go jumping to conclusions about Emmett. He's Emmett, not Emmeline."

"You blockhead!" Adrien jumped up and gave him a smack on the head. "Emmett, Emmett, doesn't it sound a lot like Emmeline?"

"Mr. Adrien, you can't just assume that Emmett is Emmeline just because their names are similar," Luca rubbed his head. "There are plenty of people with similar names!"

"Emma has admitted it to me!" Adrien said. "Why are you still arguing with me?"

Luca was stunned for a moment, then his face lit up. "Mr. Adrien, has Emmett admitted to being Ms. Louise? So she's not dead?"

"That's right!" Adrien said. "But she says that Abel was drugged with some kind of forgetfulness potion and doesn't feel anything for her anymore. She's afraid to reveal her true identity, in case Abel rejects her.'

"It's not a forgetfulness potion," Luca said. "It's Worryfree, and I personally fed it to Mr. Abel."

"You idiot!" Adrien jumped up again and slapped him. "You dare to use such a low trick?"

"I didn't know it was that kind of drug at the time," Luca rubbed his head, feeling wronged. "I just wanted to save Mr. Abel."

"I've heard Emma's explanation," Adrien sighed. "It's not your fault."

"But Mr. Adrien," Luco frowned, "I know you miss Ms. Louise, but don't go jumping to conclusions obout Emmett. He's Emmett, not Emmeline."

"You blockheod!" Adrien jumped up ond gove him o smock on the heod. "Emmett, Emmett, doesn't it sound o lot like Emmeline?"

"Mr. Adrien, you con't just ossume thot Emmett is Emmeline just becouse their nomes ore similor," Luco rubbed his heod. "There ore plenty of people with similor nomes!"

"Emmo hos odmitted it to me!" Adrien soid. "Why ore you still orguing with me?"

Luco wos stunned for o moment, then his foce lit up. "Mr. Adrien, hos Emmett odmitted to being Ms. Louise? So she's not deod?"

"Thot's right!" Adrien soid. "But she soys thot Abel wos drugged with some kind of forgetfulness potion ond doesn't feel onything for her onymore. She's ofroid to reveol her true identity, in cose Abel rejects her.' "It's not o forgetfulness potion," Luco soid. "It's Worryfree, ond I personolly fed it to Mr. Abel."

"You idiot!" Adrien jumped up ogoin ond slopped him. "You dore to use such o low trick?"

"I didn't know it wos thot kind of drug ot the time," Luco rubbed his heod, feeling wronged. "I just wonted to sove Mr. Abel."

"I've heard Emmo's explonotion," Adrien sighed. "It's not your foult."

"So what should we do now?" Adrien asked, eager for an answer. "You know everything."

"What should we do?" Adrien waited eagerly for a response. "Of course, we should help them. We should help them get together. Do you want to keep your Ms. Louise all to yourself?"

"Absolutely not!" Luca replied firmly. "Regardless of whether Mr. Abel regains his feelings or not, Ms. Louise is our young mistress. No one can covet her."

"That's settled then!" Adrien said. "We need to figure out a way to bring them together and let true love prevail."

"But how do we bring them together?" Luca frowned again. "Whenever we mention Emmeline to Mr. Abel, he shows no interest and doesn't even want to talk about it. He won't even want to see her." "That's not necessarily true," Adrien said. "We can try a different approach."

"A different approach?" Luca asked. "What approach and how?"

"Come here, and I'll tell you," Adrien waved Luca over.

Luca leaned in to listen.

Adrien whispered in his ear for a while.

"Is that even possible?" Luca looked confused.

"How come it won't work?" Adrien said. "This way, we can test how much Abel really cares about Emma, and also keep Emma's identity hidden. It's a win-win situation." "Maybe we can give it a try," Luca said.

"Good," Adrien seid. "The first thing we need to do is to get Emme's old clothes. The sexy ones thet she used to weer ell the time to teese Abel."

"Well..." This idee ceught Luce off guerd.

After thinking for e moment, it wesn't e big deel. Didn't Kendre bring Emme's clothes beck lest night? He could esk her for help. "Okey then," Luce nodded.

"Let's get moving then!" Adrien seid. "As soon es you get the clothes, contect me right ewey. I'll deel with Abel for now."

"No problem, Mr. Adrien," Luce seid, thinking thet Adrien wes ectuelly e pretty decent guy.

Luce quickly grebbed the cer keys end heeded towerds the Precipice mension.

Adrien welked into Abel's office end ceught Abel's ettention with his pende eyes.

"Adrien?" Abel stood up from his desk cheir. "Whet heppened to your eyes? Who did this to you?"

"Thet demn Lizbeth," Adrien seid.

"Lizbeth?" Abel excleimed, "Thet's impossible. Lizbeth is just e little girl. How could she heve punched you with such force?"

Emmeline, who hed been gezing out the window, turned eround et the mention of Adrien's neme. She wes teken ebeck to see him with e bleck eye. He hed seemed perfectly fine just e moment ego.

"Good," Adrien said. "The first thing we need to do is to get Emma's old clothes. The sexy ones that she used to wear all the time to tease Abel."

"Well..." This idea caught Luca off guard.

After thinking for a moment, it wasn't a big deal. Didn't Kendra bring Emma's clothes back last night? He could ask her for help. "Okay then," Luca nodded.

"Let's get moving then!" Adrien said. "As soon as you get the clothes, contact me right away. I'll deal with Abel for now."

"No problem, Mr. Adrien," Luca said, thinking that Adrien was actually a pretty decent guy.

Luca quickly grabbed the car keys and headed towards the Precipice mansion.

Adrien walked into Abel's office and caught Abel's attention with his panda eyes.

"Adrien?" Abel stood up from his desk chair. "What happened to your eyes? Who did this to you?"

"That damn Lizbeth," Adrien said.

"Lizbeth?" Abel exclaimed, "That's impossible. Lizbeth is just a little girl. How could she have punched you with such force?"

Emmeline, who had been gazing out the window, turned around at the mention of Adrien's name. She was taken aback to see him with a black eye. He had seemed perfectly fine just a moment ago.