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

years, felt an instinctual wariness.

for his routine acupuncture home visit.

ever the attentive hostess, took Waldo’s medicine chest with a smile. “Dr. Waldo, you’re always so

my job.”

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

muttered, looking quite

faster the downfall But he replied soothingly. “Once his

cast a side glance at Waldo, puzzled why Howard had confided

to the master bedroom, where Gwendolyn and Howard were ready

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announced, “Mr. Chadwick is showing great improvement. We

new blend I’ve concocted, more effective.” Last night, after Mr. Bainbridge’s call, he had added quite a few ‘extras‘ to it.

week in this,

powder, but Waldo pulled back, saying, “Mrs. Chadwick, could you draw the bath? I’m gonna stick around today

He wasn’t leaving!

at Howard, who

Marina, Gwendolyn filled the tub with warm water and watched as Waldo poured

her sleeve, “What