Ambush of the Quadruplets novel Chapter 1035

Kenny and Bowie knew that Waylon was only saying this because of Doris.

Judging from the situation, it looked like the chauffeur was going to send Jennie home in her car. Meanwhile, Doris would have to take a cab home.

After all, she was Emmeline’s pastry chef. It wouldn’t be good for something to happen to her this late at night.

“Alright, Waylon. We’ll head out first then.” The two brothers bent down and got into the car.

Waylon also got into the Maybach and said to the driver, “Follow that car just now.”

“Yes, Mr. Waylon,” the driver, who had been transferred from Osea, hurriedly complied.

Half an hour later, Waylon watched as the car Doris and her sister were in entered a row of townhouses.

The car stopped in front of a gate, and Doris got out of the car.

“Doris,” Jennie’s tipsy voice came from inside, “How are you going back?”

“I’ll just take a taxi,” Doris said, “You should quickly take a shower and rest.”

“Then be careful,” Jennie said, “Text me when you’re home.”

“I got it,” Doris bent over and waved to her sister through the car window, “Goodbye. Rest well.”

The car drove past the gate, and Doris turned around and started walking back.

The Maybach stopped by the roadside, its windows rolled down. Waylon watched as Doris’ silhouette stretched under the streetlight.

She looked a bit lonely.

Suddenly…

Waylon heard her humming a song:

“It’s a long way home, but I’ll climb every mountain, cross every ocean. We fell in love, but had one foot out the door. I suppose it was doomed to begin with. Oh, how your beautiful eyes ripped my heart to pieces…”

She sang beautifully, but Waylon was a bit annoyed.

It was already so late, and she was walking alone outside a residential area where it was difficult to find a taxi, yet she still had the mood and the audacity to sing!

Was she not afraid of encountering perverts?

With a huff, Waylon opened the car door and stepped outside.

Not far in front of Doris, a long slender figure had suddenly appeared, causing her to stop in her tracks.

Waylon stood in the backlight, so she was unable to see his face clearly. All she could feel was the dangerous aura emanating from the figure before her.

Doris swung her bag and called out, “Don’t come closer. You don’t want to mess with me!”

“Get in the car!” Waylon couldn’t be bothered to explain himself. “No one is messing with you!”