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.

feeling guilty for Howard’s misfortune.

not only resources but also

was bitter.

Gwendolyn said with a

bent down, removed the needle, packed up the

followed her retreating figure, his eyes darkening. He reached for the phone on

“Nathan, it’s me.”

sounded shocked, “Howard, you’re awake! I thought we’d be visiting

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icy. “No need to look into it, I

it?” Nathan cursed. “That lowlife is always playing dirty! Are you planning to give

him off, “Mind your business and find someone for me.”

“Who?”

“Gwendolyn…”

Nathan quickly

the label and continued, “Look into her background and see

“Are you saying she’s been sent by Bainbridge?