The Quadruplets Are Mine?
Chapter 1273

Chapter 1273 A Fight For Doris

A disturbance erupted at the wedding reception held at the Nimbus Hotel, and Adrien. quickly received word of it.

Adrien was concerned about the potential impact on the hotel, as he was in charge. He hurried to the scene to retrieve the security footage.

Unfortunately, they couldn't see what had happened inside the restroom as there were no cameras installed.

However, the surveillance outside the restroom captured everything..

A man could be seen rushing out, carrying a woman dressed in white under the bright lights.

But the man returned in less than two minutes, his face flushed with anger.

He stormed into the restroom, only to emerge a minute later.

Then he left gracefully, as if he had only dealt with a minor issue.

Following that, a group of men and women hurriedly entered the men's restroom.

Leading the charge were the daughter and son of the owner of the Imperial Palace club.

Adrien didn't have to look hard to recognize the man as Waylon, coming in and out.

Waylon?

This was intriguing!

Who was the woman he had been holding in his arms?

Her body resembled Doris, even though her face was obscured.

Wow!

Adrien wondered if Mr. Waylon had lost his temper because of Doris.

What had happened inside?

He immediately sent someone to gather more information.

Meanwhile, Lily and the Richardson family, the hosts of the wedding luncheon, were discussing the situation in the private room of the Richardson family Eventually, Adrien received a report from his employees.

The Richardson family had harassed a woman named Doris, and Waylon had stepped in to defend her.

"Well done!" exclaimed Adrien from his chair. "That scumbag Raymond deserved it! He may not look like it, but he's a disgrace; every time I see him, I want to beat him up!" This incident seemed quite exciting.

Mr. Waylon, the newly appointed owner of the Imperial Palace club, was the one who had come to someone's defense.

Adrien obtained the surveillance footage and sent it to Emmeline via WhatsApp.

Emmeline had just finished showering and was getting ready to blow-dry her hair at the dressing table.

A WhatsApp notification sounded.

When she picked up her phone, she saw that it was from Adrien.

Seeing Adrien's name, she furrowed her brow, as they rarely exchanged messages. "Why is he messaging me?"

"Who is it?" Abel, who was preparing to take a shower, paused upon hearing her comment.

"Uncle Abel," Emmeline explained, "he sent me a video."

"Just open it and take a look," Abel said. "Your brother wouldn't dare be inappropriate with you right now."

"That's true," Emmeline said, running her hand through her hair while opening the video. with her other hand.

After a quick glance, she abruptly stood up from her chair. "Adam? What happened to him?"

Abel mistook her for referring to Adam and asked, "What's wrong with Adam?"

"Not Adam," Emmeline stated emphatically. "It's Waylon."

"Waylon? What happened to Waylon?" Abel was also astonished.

"Just watch, just watch! Is he holding Doris? Did he fight someone because of her? Come and see!" exclaimed Emmeline.

Abel realized there was a lot of information in her statements after hearing this.

He lost interest in taking a shower and rushed over to Emmeline's phone. "Can you tell me what's going on?"

He played the video and watched it once before becoming slightly surprised. "He fought for Doris? Wow, has he finally come to his senses?"

"Don't take pleasure in others' misfortune," Emmeline scolded, frowning. "I need to quickly ask Waylon what's going on."

"No need to ask," Abel replied. "Someone was bothering Doris, and Waylon came to her rescue; isn't that obvious?" Waylon came to her rescue.

Emmeline's curiosity was piqued by just one sentence. Could things truly be this fantastic?

She snatched the phone from Abel's grasp and dialed Waylon's number.

Waylon had just finished administering medicine to Doris and was standing on the patio, smoking a cigarette.

He didn't usually smoke, but he was frustrated and just wanted to smoke at that moment.

If it wasn't prohibited to kill someone, he would have killed the jerk!