And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 19

Farrah covered her mouth with a giggle. “Crank up the volume on that phone, we wouldn’t want anyone to miss the show!”

With a sly grin, Bainbridge thumbed the volume up to maximum and placed the phone squarely in front of Howard.

“Mr. Bainbridge, the Peterson family is ready to relocate the old homestead to make room for your Utopia Skylines Project,” Eaton’s robust voice boomed through the living room.

A smug smile spread across Bainbridge as he looked over at Howard.

“Eaton, I’m grateful you’d consider my request in letting go of the…

“Mr. Bainbridge, don’t get it twisted! I’m doing this for the sake of Howard. Please pass my regards to him and let him know I owe him and his wife a dinner.”

Without another word, Eaton hung up, a busy man with no time to spare.

Bainbridge froze, then twisted in anger. He was livid, unable to fathom that the Peterson family had moved for the sake of Howard!

“Bainbridge, talk about thick–skinned!” Jeannie taunted, “Is this just your influence worth?”

Roselind feigned anger as she scolded

stung like a slap to the faces of Bainbridge and his parents, leaving them as mixed up as a spilled

squeezed Gwendolyn’s wrist and spoke with a cool resolve, “I appreciate Bainbridge finding Dr. Waldo

see you another time.”

left promptly, leaving Warren to stew in his

lively living room fell into eerie silence.

his teeth. “I’ll call Valor right now and see what’s really going on. How dare he make a fool

singing praises about Gwendolyn, mentioning how Howard had snagged himself a fine wife. Bainbridge hung up, his fingers

country girl has some nerve, doesn’t

got lucky. She’s a dropout from Bayridge University’s medical program. If she couldn’t even handle first aid, that would be the real joke! Did you really

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world is full of

Farrah took a seat, while Jarvis chimed in, “Without the project, Howard won’t be able to contest the inheritance. I

Bainbridge was elated, “Even If It’s not announced, Howard won’t last long! Dr. Waldo is a finely honed blade, able to kill without a

a look, their eyes gleaming

evening, at the Chadwick family’s modest