And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 47

“What the heck are those pills you sent over? It nearly got Howard killed.” Jeannie’s voice was sharp and piercing. “Last night, my folks nearly tore him a new one.”

“It’s a good thing. Girls just don’t get it.” Nathan argued back with conviction.

“What good thing? Don’t think I don’t know.” Jeannie retorted, holding a can of warm soup in her disdainful grip.

“I can’t explain it to you.” Nathan huffed.

Inside the room.

Gwendolyn removed all the acupuncture needles from Howard’s body and dressed him neatly.

“Nathan knows about your medical skills, and you don’t have to hide it in front of him. But my family doesn’t have clue.” Howard whispered.

“Okay.” Gwendolyn simply responded, “I’ll get the door.”

No sooner had she spoken than the door burst open. Jeannie and Nathan squeezed their way

1. in.

“Gwendolyn. Here to see you again. Mom made this soup herself, and it’s to build you guys up.” She boasted, holding up the thermos.

“Howard, you’re holding a grudge over some silly little pills. Was that really necessary?”

they gossip like

Howard said, rubbing his

“Sure thing.”

Let’s get some fresh air. Don’t stick around

hinted with a pointed

irritation, “I’m not stooping to your level.”

“Hmph.”

going, Jeannie,” Gwendolyn

and the room finally quieted down.

hold a grudge.” Nathan flopped down beside him on the bed, “What’s with the disheveled look in broad daylight? You up to something naughty?”

talk like a normal person?” Howard slowly smoothed out his clothes, retorting.

Chapter 47

of papers in front of him, “Bainbridge is brown–nosing Summit Corp’s project manager, Larkin, invited him to dinner tonight. Larkin

few guys who can hold their liquor, and drink Bainbridge under the table.”

Nathan replied in a nonchalant tone, “Do you want me to get some guys to knock some

a stomach bleed will do. Then bait him with a big promise, lure him into signing

Nathan grinned, “Gotcha.”

Howard was dark.

snatch all the shares from

looked at him and instructed, “The discreet

need doctors

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