And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 45

Bainbridge rubbed his cheek, his voice tinged with indignation. “He did it on purpose! He made me lose face in front of everyone.”

Jarvis ground his teeth in frustration, “Idiot! All those experts were clueless, how could he have known? Do you think he’s still the golden boy?”

Jarvis scoffed. “Howard’s influence at Chadwick Group has been eradicated by me. The path is clear for you. He’s nothing but a washed–up has–been.”

“Dad, what about today’s mess?”

“Tomorrow, donate fifty million to a charity. I’ll get the press to play it up. You need to be generous, acting like money’s no object. Don’t come off as petty.”

“Got it.” Bainbridge felt a wave of relief.

“As for that Vivien… she’s just for fun, she’s not in your league. And her gold–digging stepmother is a delusional woman.”

“I know, I was never serious,” Bainbridge curled his los into a sly smile. “She’s still somewhat useful to me.”

Jarvis subsided his anger and spoke dispassionately. “Make sure Waldo spikes the medication. Don’t let Howard linger too long.”

“I was planning on it even if you hadn’t said anything.”

always a potential

having been overshadowed for years, felt an instinctual

day. Waldo arrived for his routine acupuncture home

took Waldo’s medicine chest with a smile.

my job.”

“About Mr. Howard’s condition. Can it be cured? You know, he’s a newlywed

looking quite

he replied soothingly. “Once

a side glance at Waldo, puzzled why Howard had confided in Dr. Waldo about

the master bedroom, where Gwendolyn and

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Waldo announced, “Mr. Chadwick is showing great improvement. We need to adjust

powder from his chest, “This is a new blend I’ve concocted, more effective.” Last night, after Mr. Bainbridge’s

in this, Howard wouldn’t last.

powder, but Waldo pulled back, saying, “Mrs. Chadwick, could you draw the bath?

He wasn’t leaving!

looked at Howard, who gave a nearly imperceptible

watched as Waldo poured the powder into it, releasing a potent scent, which made her

me in,” Howard tugged at her sleeve, “What are you