The Quadruplets Are Mine? novel Chapter 931

Chapter 931 Professional Scammer

Doris sat on the sidewalk with her head buried between her knees. She was about to cry.

“Why am I so unlucky? My husband is impotent. I thought I could pay for a pair of test-tube babies, but he doesn’t want the children! Now that he’s able again, he went to find himself a mistress! Oh my god, can’t you give me a break?”

Doris decided that she should not bow to fate.

She stood up, dusted her butt, picked up her electric scooter, and prepared to go to her elder sister’s house.

Her elder sister Jennie had married a local tycoon.

She thought of borrowing 700 thousand dollars from her sister to repay Waylon, then she would repay her sister somehow.

That was the best solution she could think of, and she was not going to be discouraged by the sum.

Doris rode her electric scooter down the road.

Waylon returned to Macsen Villa an hour later.

When he came out of the bathroom after a quick shower, his phone on the bedside cabinet started to ring.

Instinctively, he thought it was a call from Emmeline.

He quickly went to pick it up, while his other hand dried his hair with a towel.

When he looked at the screen, he realized that the call was from Doris and not Emmeline.

Seeing her name gave him an inexplicable sense of frustration.

He answered the call and huffed, “400 thousand dollars, and not a cent less!”

He was about to hang up when the voice on the other end of the call said angrily, “I know you’re a professional scammer! Do you think you can scam money out of my younger sister because she doesn’t know better? I’ll bring this to the police!”novelxo.com fast update

The voice was shrill. Evidently, it was not Doris.

Waylon was taken aback momentarily. He suddenly remembered that the voice belonged to the other woman he saw at the hospital.

If he remembered correctly, her name was Jennie.

Waylon was about to lose his temper when he heard Doris’ voice at the other end of the call.

“Sis, Mr. Adelmar isn’t like that! I was the one who knocked into his car. He’s not scamming me at all! Please give my phone back to me!”

“Why are you speaking up for him? I’ve seen many people of his type. That’s how they make a living!”

“Don’t say that, please. Give my phone back to me!”

There was a loud thud. The phone seemed to have been dropped on the floor.

Waylon’s face was already red from anger.

He snorted angrily, ended the call, and blocked Doris’ number.

Less then three minutes leter, his phone received e notificetion.

It wes e friend request, but it wes not from Doris.