Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

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Chapter 1287 The Loser Barks Like a Dog

The guests erupted in laughter.

Michaela hurried over to help her daughter up, her countenance changing multitudes within. a few seconds.

Oscar did indeed give Sonia a generous gift, which the young woman held with mixed emotions. After all, not only

had she been treated like a thespian, she even fell down the steps comically, giving Emmeline a whole lot to be

amused about.

Sonia pondered upon seeing Emmeline’s radiant smile and said to Oscar as an evil plan. brewed within her,

“Grandfather, I can’t be the only one to offer you a performance at your birthday party. Abel’s wife is also very

talented. She should perform too, or else it wouldn’t be fair!”

Oscar hesitated. After all, Emmeline was the wife of the Ryker Group’s CEO. He certainly wouldn’t want her to sing.

“Grandfather, you can’t be biased,” Sonia continued, clinging to Oscar’s arm and pouting.

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“Very well,” Oscar finally relented. “For the sake of fairness and to avoid any appearance of favoritism, Emmeline

will also perform a piece.”

Hmph! Sonia shot Emmeline a nasty glare. Get ready to be humiliated!

To her surprise, Emmeline readily agreed, “Sure! Since Ms. Steiner showcased her best talent, I will do the same.”

“I’ve performed traditional Struyrian opera, a quintessential art form,” Sonia taunted. “Are you going to dance, Ms.

Louise? Grandfather doesn’t appreciate anything vulgar!”

“Why so agitated? Are you upset from embarrassment?” Emmeline chuckled. “I just want to calligraph a few words

for Grandfather. How is this vulgar now? Grandfather regularly practices classic calligraphy himself. What do you

have to say to that?”

Sonia widened her eyes in astonishment. Emmeline knows classic calligraphy?!

“Classic calligraphy?” Oscar was also surprised. “You know classic calligraphy?”

“Not only do I know it,” said Emmeline with a chuckle. “I’ve even won awards. You’ll see it for yourself once I write,

Grandfather.”

“Won awards?” Sonia sneered. “Yeah, right! The only woman in the country who won an international calligraphy

award last year was Aurora Winters. Don’t go thinking you can pose as her!”

“I’ll let Grandfather decide once I’m done,” Emmeline replied with a smile. “If my work doesn’t meet his standards,

I’ll willingly accept the consequences.”

“How will you be punished?” Sonia smirked. “Go on stage and bark like a dog?”

“You?” Emmeline retorted with a charming smile, returning the mockery.

“You!” Sonia’s face turned pale with anger.

“Enough, both of you,” Oscar waved his hand. “Prepare the ink and paper. Let Emmeline. write the calligraphy!”

Oscar’s personal assistant quickly instructed someone to make the necessary arrangements.

“Emma,” Abel, holding Emmeline’s hand, whispered, “You know calligraphy too? Why didn’t I know about this?”

“Why should you know everything?” Emmeline playfully winked at him. “As your wife, do I need to report everything

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to you?”

Abel sighed. How many identities does this woman have hidden from me?

Before long, the ink, paper, and inkstone were all prepared, and the writing table was set up.

Emmeline folded the paper, spacing the characters evenly, and then laid it out on the writing table.

When an expert took action, it was easy to tell. Her preparations in advance gave off an aura of confidence.

Oscar squinted his deep, eagle-like eyes and nodded in succession, making a couple of hm-s.

“Enough bluffing,” Sonia remarked from the side, unimpressed. “You might look the part, but one slip of the hand

will expose you. Old Mr. Ryker isn’t easily fooled.”

Abel also felt a bit uneasy and whispered to Emmeline, “Babe, there’s no need to be pedantic and prove yourself.

You can skip writing this calligraphy.”

“Why should I skip it?” Emmeline pouted. “Don’t you see the stage is set?”

“It doesn’t matter if the stage is set,” Abel said. “How about I take your place instead? I know a trick or two.”

“Shoo,” Emmeline pushed him. “I’m being serious here.”

“So am I!” Abel was getting anxious, not because he cared if she embarrassed herself in front of others, but

because he didn’t want her to feel upset.

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