Ambush of the Quadruplets novel Chapter 1019

“No, Mr. Adelmar,” Doris replied honestly, shaking her head. “To be honest, I don’t understand what you mean.”

“We can make a deal,” Waylon said, his voice taking on a businesslike tone. “You see, I’m not just a doctor, I’m also a businessman.”

Doris couldn’t help but think to herself, Wow, Mr. Adelmar, you’re still quite impressive, huh?

Not only a doctor but a businessman too!

My sister said you were a jobless wanderer. She really couldn’t see the bigger picture!

“We can reach an agreement,” Waylon continued. “As long as you help me accomplish certain tasks according to the agreement, both you and the children can stay here. It’s quite lonely in this five to six-hundred-square-meter villa with just me, especially since Kaden and Jake won’t be coming back. And with you helping me and no rent to pay, plus a nanny to help you with the children, I’ll even give you a bonus if it works out. What do you think?”

Doris’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she responded, “Well, that sounds good to me, Mr. Adelmar. But what exactly would you need me to do for you?”

“Well,” Waylon picked up a document from the coffee table, “all you need to do is go and sign this at lunchtime today, and it’ll be okay.”

Doris widened her eyes, “Is it really that easy?”

“Yeah!” Waylon nodded.

“If it’s that easy, why don’t you go yourself?” Doris couldn’t help but show her suspicion.

“The other party is a woman,” Waylon said bluntly, “she asked me out for a meal and then wants me to sign the document. It makes me feel nauseous.”

Doris immediately understood and quickly grasped the situation. “Mr. Adelmar, you have it tough, especially considering how attractive you are!”

“That’s the situation,” Waylon said. “I’ll have the driver take you there. Noon at the Glorious Gardens Hotel, room number 2022, and it’s ten forty minutes now, you can buy a dress on the way and change. I’ll give you the money.”

“I don’t need the money for the dress,” Doris hurriedly waved her hand. “I have to wear it in the future anyway.”

“Any dress priced above twenty thousand but below fifty thousand,” Waylon frowned, “Are you sure?”

Doris shook her head, “No, that’s too expensive, and it’s not my style of clothing.”

Waylon pulled out a bank card from his suit pocket. “The password is six sixes. Hurry up and go. I’ll take care of the children for you.”