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The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 277
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The Quadruplets Are Mine? Chapter 277

The canaries had to close their eyes despondently. What they saw was a sea of portly, wrinkly men.

And to think that after tonight, they would be their playthings…

As Emmeline reopened her eyes, she noticed two men who stood out from the crowd. They were

Benjamin and Abel. She wanted to call out their names, but she couldn’t. Adam was gawking at her

while rubbing his chin.

Emmeline could only be his.

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Adrien did not deserve her at all. Meanwhile, Adam also took notice of Benjamin or Abel. But no

matter, Adam needed them to be there. Because they were his targets tonight.

The emcee appeared on the stage once more and introduced the canary one after another. When he

reached Canary No. 9, a

commotion broke out.

“She is mine!”

“Back off now, all of you.”

Abel and Benjamin exchanged looks. They only had 600 million dollars in total. They had hoped that it

would be enough to outbid everyone, but if not, they were ready to extract her by force. Though it was

the least desirable option.

After all 11 canaries were introduced, they retreated

backstage.

“Canary No. 9, I’ll save you.”

“Canary No 9, sing for me!”

Emmeline’s gaze lingered on Abel and Benjamin. The thing that cut off her gaze was the descending

curtains. Her vulnerable look broke both men’s hearts.

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All of a sudden, Abel received a text from Benjamin.

“Did you see that? Emma looks weak. She must be drugged.”

“I saw.” Abel typed. “We have to be careful. This is a trap.”

“A trap that we have to run into.”

“I will save Emma at all costs.”

“Hey! That’s my line.”

Another performance was set up after the introduction of the canaries. Everyone waited with bated

breath for the commencement of the auction.

“Awoo!”

People started to howl in the hall. Out of ego, perhaps. Their target? Canary No. 9.