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.

was a commotion in the yard, and the security guard rushed

Howard

Had Howard arrived?

a crippled man about to be cast out by the family was no real

brought a hundred men!” The security guard

as nails.”

burly men in suits and sunglasses flooded the living room,

man in the middle sat in a wheelchair, his pale

presumptuous arrogance.

disabled legs, shone like the moon above,

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high cliffs.

was dazed. This man should have been

private residence with a crowd is illegal and I can call the police,” Herman said, starting to panic at the

his indifferent gaze across the

he was getting his pants

any problems?” His lips barely moved as

Gwendolyn couldn’t help but let the

hospital.” She checked the pulse. Nicolette’s injuries weren’t

“Let’s go.”