And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 103

Gwendolyn pursed her lips tight, clutching her cell phone as if it were a lifeline, ready to dial 911 any moment.

The atmosphere around Howard, who sat in his wheelchair, was as dark and chilling as a winter storm. “Cliff, just make sure they remember this night,” he ordered with an icy tone.

“Understood, boss,” Cliff responded.

Cliff, a man with a military build and a certain air of power that suggested a disciplined life didn’t hesitate. He charged into the crowd, snatched up a bottle of Merlot from the nearest table, and smashed it over Jimmy’s head.

Blood blossomed like a gruesome flower.

“Mess with our Miss Jeannie, and you’re done for!” Cliff bellowed.

“Get them, boys!”

Jimmy clutched his bleeding head, bellowing with rage and pain as chaos erupted in the bar.

As bottles crashed to the floor, Gwendolyn seized the opportunity to steady the staggering Jeannie, drunk as a lord.

“Mr. Chadwick, I’ll get Jeannie to the car, then I’m coming back for you!” she said.

“Be careful,” Howard admonished.

“Got it!” With great difficulty, Gwendolyn guided Jeannie toward the exit.

Meanwhile, Cliff was a one–man army. A retired mercenary, his lethal skills were more than a match for the pampered playboys, hollowed out by excess and entitlement.

In no time, Jimmy and his cronies were sprawled on the floor, defeated.

this, Howard! Bainbridge won’t let this slide! It is just

gaze was frosty. “Tonight, it’s you who

at Jimmy’s face. “Here’s for your hospital bills, in

of warmth. “Keep at

“Before or after insurance?”

Howard replied indifferently.

the beating as the groveling sycophants knelt, crying out in

“We messed up!”

have

to kill someone!

in a row,

a forceful kick. “Spineless, all of you! What’s

boss?”

I say stop.” Let him have a taste of his own medicine. “Since you’re so keen on touching

face turned the color of liver as he realized what would

me up!

but his companions had already

Jimmy! It’s about survival,

us. We

don’t want to die. Just

even his boxers spared.

at his skin.

pale, screaming in disgust as if he was about to throw up his Thanksgiving

dinner.