And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 12

“Hey, it’s okay, don’t cry.” Nicolette was brimming with tears, her voice aged and choked with emotion, “Gemma, that’s your own flesh and blood. Don’t force her. Gwendolyn has had a tough life since she was born.” she pleaded.

She couldn’t fathom how Gemma had come to this.

“She hands over the stuff, I’ll let go. Otherwise…” Gemma clenched her fist tightly, gripping Nicolette’s arm mercilessly.

Gwendolyn, at the sight of this, jabbed another needle into Vivien’s shoulder, and Vivien felt half her body go numb with paralysis.

“Gemma, save me!” Vivien was terrified.

Gwendolyn enunciated each word deliberately. “Let us go.”

The tension was palpable. The taut string was on the verge of snapping, the atmosphere heavy and still.

It was then that Herman finally stood up, his face full of disgust, “Kiddo, if you’re trying to out–cruel me, you’re still green.”

He grabbed Nicolette’s head and slammed it against the wall.

Nicolette’s face twisted in pain from the impact, and she could barely utter a sound.

Gwendolyn was about to burst with rage, her heart felt like it was tearing apart, “Stop!”

“Bring out the documents, and we let her go. Don’t play smart with me. I’ve been a shark in the business world for years.” His resolve was unyielding. Vivien had to marry into the Bainbridge

clan.

commotion in the yard, and the security guard

Sawyer, Howard

Had Howard arrived?

and said arrogantly, “His arrival changes nothing.” Just a crippled man about to

a hundred men!” The security guard was panic–stricken, “And they

as nails.”

soon as he finished speaking, burly men in suits and sunglasses flooded the living room,

sat in a wheelchair, his pale face was sharp,

presumptuous arrogance.

men, even with disabled legs, shone like the moon above,

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high cliffs.

This man should have been hers.

Howard, what do you mean? Invading a private residence with a crowd is illegal and I can call the police,” Herman said, starting to panic at the sight of

gaze across the room, landing on the pitiful

he was getting his pants ripped

wife home, any problems?” His lips barely

couldn’t help but let the

hit. We need to go to the hospital.” She checked the pulse. Nicolette’s injuries weren’t severe. It was

“Let’s go.”