And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 37

Shadows flickered in Bainbridge’s eyes as he spoke with a chilling tone. “You’re getting all worked up over a bracelet? I’m here to snap up a birthday present for Warren.”

Vivien withdrew her hand and chimed in, “Our target today is none other than the painting Serene Harmony. It’s starting at ten million. Do you even have that kind of cash?”

“Very impressive, indeed!” Valor clapped without much sincerity and raised his voice, “Mr. Bainbridge sure knows how to spend big, looking forward to seeing the Serene Harmony at Warren’s birthday.”

“Valor, whose side are you on?” Bainbridge darkened his face.

Valor stuck out his tongue playfully.

Bainbridge,” Howard lifted his voice slightly, “I, too, would love to gift that painting to Warren.

We seem to be on the same wavelength.”

“May the best man win.” Bainbridge was determined.

“Bring it on.” Howard casually unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a tasteful hint of collarbone. His eyelids drooped as he passed his bidding paddle to Gwendolyn, “You bid for me.

“Me? I wouldn’t know how.” Gwendolyn blushed, slightly flustered.

“Just outbid the highest offer by a million, and keep going until I say stop.” He leaned back lazily in his chair, the light gray fabric of his shirt thin enough to draw the eye.

His long, pale index finger traced down her back, sending shivers of tingles through her.

too stiff, relax. This is

was dry. “Mr. Chadwick, do we have that

up in the stock market, and hist

“Don’t worry,

felt slightly at ease.

with excitement, “What we have here is the famed Serene Harmony from the Renaissance in excellent condition. Five senior art appraisers have provided

million, following the ‘non–fidelity‘ principle.”

silence followed

willing to pay a high price for a painting. especially when the starting bid was an eight–figure

Chapter 37

“Fifteen million!”

*Seventeen million!”

“Twenty million!”

soared to twenty million, and the number of

took a deep breath and raised

million,” Bainbridge sneered, unwilling to

she continued.

Bainbridge mocked, his gold–rimmed glasses reflecting scorn, “My devotion

heaved her chest, her heart trembling as she looked to Howard, “Mr.

hers, their skin touching.