And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 7

“I’ll prove it to you right now.” Saying so, Gwendolyn dragged a medical chest from beneath the bed and flipped it open.

Nine slender needles glinting with a metallic sheen lay in perfect array. She selected a long needle. With a swift motion, she inserted it into a specific spot on his leg.

Tilting her head, she watched Howard’s face intently. “Feel anything?”

A tingling sensation, like ants marching, spread through his numb legs. Howard, his dark eyes. briefly betraying his pain, turned his head away, his expression stoic, his brow furrowed.

Gwendolyn knew that grimace all too well. It meant pain. She pushed the needle a fraction deeper, her voice soft and soothing, “Feeling something is good. I haven’t treated any celebrities, nor do I have a medical license, but I’m certain I can heal your leg.”

“With daily acupuncture to disperse the blood clots, supplemented with herbal concoctions and massage therapy, you could be back on your feet in a month, maybe six at most.”

A flicker of emotion crossed Howard’s usually restrained face, the harshness fading away.

“What do you want?” he asked. There were no free lunches, especially not for a businessman

like him.

Gwendolyn hesitated, slightly embarrassed. “My grandma has been taken to Bayridge City by the Sawyer family. They want your big venture with Summit Corp, so that Vivien can marry your cousin.”

Even a country girl like her had heard of Summit Corp, a multinational conglomerate dwarfing the Chadwick Group’s dominance in Bayridge City.

That project was a hot commodity.

him anxiously, feeling guilty

lose not only resources but also to hand over his

laugh was bitter.

of his reaction, Gwendolyn said with a downcast tone, “Sorry, I asked

removed the needle, packed up

reached for the phone on the

“Nathan, it’s me.”

sounded shocked, “Howard, you’re awake!

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and tweak them a

car accident wasn’t simple, but there’s

into it, I know

playing dirty! Are you planning to

“Mind your business and find someone for me.”

“Who?”

“Gwendolyn…”

your wife,” Nathan quickly

label and continued, “Look into her background and see if she’s connected

you saying she’s been sent by Bainbridge? Aren’t you in danger then? Should I find a bodyguard for 24–hour