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. “Yes, Dad.” He responded nervously. “And see if you can find Enoch again for me. My pain is killing me, and I can’t keep popping pain pills every day.” “Waldo…” “Don’t try to fob me off with Waldo. I know what he’s made of. I just didn’t want to burst your bubble.” Warren harbored some resentment. Jarvis obediently nodded. “Go on now. Clean up this mess.” After this setback, the Chadwick Group would be at the mercy of Summit Corp. As night fell, the news that an ancient princess‘ tomb had been discovered in the Bayridge West Suburb had already hit the headlines, causing heavy losses for the Chadwick Group’s halted project. Bainbridge had arranged to meet Summit Corp’s project manager, Larkin, at Epicure’s Delight for a meal and drinks, his face still bearing the faint imprint of a slap. Upon entering the private room 818, where there was a large dinner table with vintage wine. Larkin leaned back in his plush chair, his benign face and beer belly giving him the air of a nice guy “Mr. Bainbridge,” Larkin greeted. “Please, Mr. Larkin, Just Bainbridge will do,” he said, bowing low, his pride swallowed. His gold–rimmed glasses still perched on his nose. He looked every inch the gentleman. He approached Larkin and filled his glass to the brim. “Mr. Larkin, I’m sure you know why I’m here. Help me through this tough situation. And whatever you want is yours. Larkin laughed heartily. “We’re talking about a 20% share of the Chadwick Group here.” “That’s a corporate bet. What I’m offering is for you. Everything’s negotiable, right?” “Show me some real commitment first, Mr. Bainbridge.” “What kind of commitment do you want?” Larkin eyed him coldly. “This table full of drinks is my treat to you, costing me a pretty penny. Don’t disappoint me.” Bainbridge’s face darkened. “Are you messing around with me?” “Your choice not to drink.” After hesitating and suppressing his anger, Bainbridge unscrewed the bottle and drank straight from it. The liquor burned his throat. He drank bottle after bottle. After downing three, he collapsed on the floor, consciousness fading. Larkin stood up, kicking the limp Bainbridge like a dead dog, “Pathetic.” “Ugh… leave me be.” He slurred. Larkin crouched down, patting his face. “Come on, Mr. Bainbridge. Otherwise, you’ll have to transfer those shares to Summit Corp.” “No… can’t drink anymore.” “I’ve heard your cousin Howard is a prodigy and that you’re nothing but a mediocre shadow compared to him,” Larkin provoked deliberately. “Bullshit! He, he crippled from the accident, he’s nothing. Huh.”