Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Ellen’s POV

After they adopted the child, Grandma Monica took over the business from him. She disregarded all his efforts and ran it by herself. She always made them give extra care and attention to her despite having his own family to take care of.

Grandma Monica had doted on this adopted daughter more than she did on Liz, Gabriel, and myself. Close to her death bed, my father heard from his intel in the legal department that Grandma Monica had plans of giving everything to this unknown child, whose parents they knew nothing about.

Grandma Monica had cancer which led to her death, so my father asked those people at the hospital to help include dementia in her report, just in case she wanted to act funny and she did.

“So while she was saintly to almost everyone, she was evil to me and turned me into the beast I am today.”

Father sighed, taking a sip from his glass of whiskey.

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Zeke’s POV

Sitting in my study, surrounded by so much work but my mind was occupied with Ellen. How the hell did she get into my bed? Did I really call that bitch? Was I that wasted?

My mind swirled with the possibilities of what could have happened to me that led to Ellen getting into my room.

Where was my security? Was no one with some fucking sense around?

I immediately dialed Andrew and after a few rings, he picked up. “Mr Reid.” He called.

“Who the hell was on duty in my house last night?” I asked, trying so hard to keep my anger under check.

“I am sorry Sir, but they were men from the Elite B division,” Andrew responded.

Fuck! I cursed.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

If that bitch was able to deceive the security details from the B division, that means for the home security, only the A division could be relied on to protect the home.

The C division was the lowest rank of home security. They were mostly assigned to watch over the children and pets. While the B division was the one to protect and secure the home generally and defend it against external threats.

The A division of the Elite Securities were there for times such as this. A time when the home was no longer safe for its occupants to confidently lay down and sleep.

“Change them. Bring in the A division of Elite Security.” I instructed. “Also, ensure I get a copy of the footage at the casino from last night and the one from my mansion too.”

“Noted Sir,” He responded.

“I need them immediately,” I added

“Definitely Sir,” Andrew replied before I hung up and sighed heavily. I really hope that Ellen would not make an issue out of all of this. But I doubt that she would not. Her nature has always been one to seek trouble.

Suddenly my phone pinged and I opened it to see a message from the special force agent stationed to watch over Kamille.

I furrowed as I read through the message. My mind had been so preoccupied with thoughts concerning Ellen and what had just occurred this morning, that I forgot to check in with the special ops team. I glanced at the phone again, and I read the message again.

Kamille just ordered a car. What would you have us do?

I texted back. “Be sure that she gets her car safely and without hitches.”

I wondered what had prompted her to order a car. Has something happened? Was she in trouble? Why would she suddenly get a car?

As I stepped into the hallway, my mind raced with possibilities of what might have happened. But despite the possibilities that flooded my thoughts, one thing remained clear: I would do whatever it took to protect her, no matter the cost.

I dialed Mr. Rogers and after the first ring, he picked it up.

“Mr. Reid,” He greeted.

“Hello Rogers,” I said back into the receiver.

“Kamille just ordered a car.” I began. “I need you to ensure that the car gets to her with an immediate effect.”

“Okay Sir, that has been noted. Is there anything else you would like to add?” Mr. Rogers inquired. He had been my personal assistant for years for a reason. He knew how I operated and was also very proactive.

“Yes. I need a tracker to be in the car and men stationed to watch that tracker. Also, CCTV should be installed and footage sent to my tablet. Is that understood?” I instructed.

“Yes Sir.” He replied.

“Good. ” I replied and with that, I hung up on the call.

Just before as I was about to lay my phone on the table, a message from Andrew popped into my phone.

Sorry, Mr. Reid,

There are encountering some hitches in trying to extract the CCTV footage.

But we are doing our best and once it is resolved, I will send it immediately.

Andrew.

“Damn it.” I cursed out loud.

How long would it take them to get me that video? Ellen would act on her accusations if allowed that much time.

“She’s a crafty one, as usual?” I muttered under my breath, my voice dripping with contempt. “She would always use lies and manipulation to get what she wants.”

What game did she think she was playing this time?

“Where the hell was Zane and Fletcher yesterday night by the way?” I muttered to myself.

Feeling the weight of stress bearing down on me like a suffocating blanket, I reached for my phone and composed a terse message to Zane and Fletcher. My fingers tapped out the words with a furious intensity, blaming them for their part in leaving me vulnerable to the deceit of a crafty woman.

“You both left me to deal with that cunning woman alone,” I typed, my frustration evident in every word. “Whatever happens with her is on both of you.”

With a heavy sigh, I hit send. A few moments later, I got a reply.

Oh brother, stick with your WIFE!

Fletcher and Zane.

I knew those rascals would react like the dunderheads they are.