And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 75

I’m heading to see Larkin at Summit Corp! That guys got clout. He can pull some strings over there, Bainbridge thought the plan sounded solid. “I’ll make it worth his while!”

Warren closed his eyes wearily. “Go on then.”

I was a never ending cycle of greed

Bainbridge sprang to his feet and dashed out of the hospital room.

Seething with rage, Farrah hissed, “Warren, what if Howard is in cahoots with Summit Corp, laying a trap for Bainbridge to walk right into? The more I think about it, the less it sits right with me.”

“What do you know? Stop messing around,* Jarvis waved dismissively, his patience wearing thin. “Go get Dad something to eat. He and I need to talk.”

“Fine.” Farrah left. Her face revealed resentment as she closed the door behind her.

“Dad.” Jarvis sat by the hospital bed. “Don’t be mad at Bainbridge. He just wanted to make you proud.”

“Proud? Ten billion down the drain and a 20% loss in shares? That’s his achievement?”

Warren felt like he was burning up on the inside, his frail body oscillating between feverish heat and chilling cold.

“I’ll have a word with him later,” replied Jarvis.

*Jarvis, you’re my favorite son,” Warren said helplessly, “I’m getting on in years, and I don’t want to see our family tearing itself apart over an inheritance. I can’t bear another incident like that car accident.”

Jarvis shook with fear!

Warren knew everything.

He responded nervously.

is killing me, and I can’t keep popping pain pills every day.”

“Waldo…”

fob me off with Waldo. I know what he’s made of. I just didn’t want to burst your bubble.”

harbored some

Jarvis obediently nodded.

Clean up this mess.”

Group would be at the mercy of Summit

that an ancient princess‘ tomb had been discovered in the Bayridge West Suburb had already hit the headlines, causing heavy losses

Summit Corp’s project manager, Larkin, at Epicure’s Delight for a meal and drinks, his face still bearing the

room 818, where there was a large dinner table with vintage wine.

in his plush chair, his benign face and beer belly giving him the air of

Bainbridge,” Larkin

swallowed. His gold–rimmed glasses still perched on his nose. He looked every inch the

Larkin and filled his glass

Help me

yours.

heartily. “We’re talking about a 20%

I’m offering is for you. Everything’s negotiable,

commitment first, Mr.

of commitment do you want?”