The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 1450 The Plan

“Maybe I can marry Albus!” Emmeline gritted her teeth and spat out the words.

Abel almost hit the brakes, quickly steering the car into the parking lane.

“What are you saying, Emma? Repeat it!”

She coldly said, “I said I’m marrying Albus, so all of you can just calm down! Let there be peace in the world!”

“What about me then?” Abel growled, “Am I just supposed to suffer and be miserable?”

“You can marry Alana!” She dared not look into his eyes. “Alana is also a good choice!”

“Do you think you’re God?” He grabbed her shoulder. “Do you have the right to control everyone’s fate? Why should I listen to you?”

“You tell me what to do then!” Her tears fell. “Should I elope with you and let my parents die?”

Bang! Abel punched the steering wheel.

For the first time, he felt regret. Regret for his kindness toward Albus!

“Fine!” He stared fiercely ahead through the windshield. “I agree! I’ll marry Alana!”

Emmeline froze, looking at him in disbelief. How is he so easily swayed?

“You!” He turned around and grabbed her delicate chin, coldly sneering, “You can’t have both of us at once!”

“Abel Ryker!” She couldn’t take it anymore and swung her fist. “Are you tired of living?”

Her fiery temper was not to be trifled with. She landed four punches in a row.

Her face turned red as she panted heavily while her bright eyes filled with anger that could devour

anyone.

Abel’s injured shoulder couldn’t escape the pain, causing him to cry out.

Emmeline was both heartbroken and angry, her face tense and tears streaming down, refusing to look at him.

Abel pursed his lips and chuckled, then started the car.

Although he suffered a few painful punches that pierced his heart, he knew that Emma couldn’t let go of him, and that was enough!

Although it was a minor stroke, Maxwell needed to be hospitalized for a week.

Abel hired a caregiver.

During the day, the caregiver and Kimberly took care of him.

At night, Abel and Emmeline took care of him. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

By the third day, Maxwell was already fine.

The doctor advised him to move around regularly to avoid any lingering effects.

After careful consideration, Alana called Sophia. They agreed to meet at a specific time and place.

Alana bought two gifts, and took a taxi to the entrance of Altney Steel Cinema, where she met Sophia.

“Hey! Why didn’t you drive your luxury car?” Sophia said as her first words.

“I can’t drive, and the chauffeur is out.” Forcing a smile, Alana continued, “Emma’s marriage depends on you. When you meet Albus‘ mother later, please help me out. I will be grateful to you.”

“Leave it to me!” Sophia proudly smiled. “I’ve been a matchmaker at Altney Steel for quite some time now. I’ve successfully matched seven or eight couples!”

They arrived at Albus‘ home and met his mother, Michelle Stellar.

It was evident that Sophia had been here before, as she affectionately called Michelle without hesitation.

Alana smiled and respectfully greeted, “Hello, Mrs. Zeller!”

In front of the shrewd Michelle, Alana felt somewhat small.

“Are you Emmeline’s sister–in–law?” Michelle asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes.” Alana nodded, her hands awkwardly placed between her knees.

“I vaguely remember Maxwell had a nephew, and you’re his wife, right?” Michelle asked.

“You’re right.” Alana nodded again. “I am Abel’s wife.”

“That boy was quite handsome when he was young.” Michelle said, “He must be around 26 or 27 now. What is he doing these days?”

“Abel took over the company.” Alana said, “He is now the CEO with over three hundred employees under him.”

“Oh, he’s successful!” Michelle replied, “I never would have thought that Maxwell would raise such a capable young man!”

“Yes!” Alana said, “Abel is skilled at managing the company. Ryker Group is now the leading enterprise in the city.”

Michelle nodded repeatedly, her face filled with envy.

“And there’s his sister, Emmeline, who is my sister–in–law.” Alana said, “She owns 10% of the shares in Ryker Group and earns around five to six hundred thousand dollars yearly. It would be a real pity if you miss out on her!”

“Five to six hundred thousand dollars a year?” Michelle and Sophia exclaimed simultaneously.

“That josta mugh estimate” Alama said. “It might be even more!

Michelle gasped for breath. She never would have imagined that the gentle and delicate girl would turn out to her a gold mine

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