And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 79

Gwendolyn was brimming with curiosity, but the stormy expression on Howard’s face kept her lips sealed tight the entire ride.

It wasn’t until they arrived at the mansion that Gwendolyn found her voice.

As she and Howard stepped through the door, they saw a disheveled young man in the living room, his face and neck a canvas of lipstick marks.

“My fairy!” Valor’s eyes lit up at the sight of Gwendolyn, and he grabbed her arm, bubbling with excitement. “I must sing your praises! You’re a miracle worker!”

“Huh?” Gwendolyn was baffled.

“I told you I’d hail you as my savior if my problem got cured. Tonight, I was like a stallion!” His excitement had him blurting out every lurid detail.

“Let go of her.” Howard’s icy gaze settled on Valor’s grip, and Valor awkwardly released Gwendolyn, his hands fumbling.

“Mr. Peterson, what exactly happened tonight?” Gwendolyn had a sinking feeling.

At her question, Valor’s enthusiasm reignited.

With animated gestures, he boasted, “I’ve been on fire for days. Tonight, I took three supermodels to a hotel and boy, I did it! For the first time in years, I was a champ! They couldn’t stop praising me!”

They? A hotel?

quite

his audacity to spill such tales

burst in and dragged

with accusation

breath, suppressing his anger. If he hadn’t had Valor watched, the whole of Bayridge

who cured his chronic

loose lips, Valor would brag to anyone who’d

played absently with a knife on the coffee table, bathed in the

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models, Valor

commanded, “Pay them off to keep

my newfound prowess, hiring them to spread

suffered humiliation for years. Finally, it was his turn

deliberately thwarting him!

I

The knife flew from Howard’s hand, embedding itself

table.

weakened, and he looked on the verge of tears. “Are you that envious of me