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.

anxiously, feeling guilty for Howard’s misfortune.

resources but also to hand over

was bitter.

the sight of his reaction, Gwendolyn said with a downcast tone, “Sorry, I asked too much.”

packed up the medical chest, and left the room.

retreating figure, his eyes darkening. He reached for the phone on the nightstand and dialed a

“Nathan, it’s me.”

sounded shocked, “Howard,

grave next

direct, “Prepare the files on the Summit Corp

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tweak them

heads–up, your car accident wasn’t simple, but there’s

to look into it,

is always playing dirty! Are you planning to

him off, “Mind your business

“Who?”

“Gwendolyn…”

Nathan quickly

her background and see if

that, Nathan sped up his breathing. “Are you saying she’s been sent by Bainbridge? Aren’t you in danger then? Should I find a bodyguard for 24–hour protection?”