And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 105

Howard frowned as he glanced at Nathan, his eyes growing colder by the second. “Beat

It.

Nathan smirked sheepishly, “Oh, come on. Spill the beans, man. Did Enoch help solve your get–up–and–go problem?”

“Nope,” Howard replied, impatience threading his voice.

Nathan deflated like a punctured balloon. “That’s a bummer. I’ve been itching to share some good stuff. But chin up, Howard. You’ll bounce back!”

He patted Howard’s shoulder with a forced sympathy.

“What good stuff are you talking about?” Howard asked, his tone flat but eyes probing

“Lots of goodies.”

Nathan cocked an eyebrow smugly. “The kind you wouldn’t even dream of”

He had anything one could find on the market and then some.

He even had a storage room at home for his treasures, a no–go zone for even the cleaning lady.

“Vulgar,” Howard spat.

soured at that. “Hey, man. Food, love, and passion

you knew the bliss of a perfect moment, the ecstasy of a stormy

him a cold

“Don’t write me off, buddy.

“Never gonna happen.”

that. When Gwendolyn gets sick of you,

outfits delivered tomorrow. Warren’s birthday party kicks off at six. As a founder of Summit

founder of Summit Corp

night’s for settling scores. I expect you

gave him a look. “As you wish.”

lingering glance, Nathan left

to life. The car zoomed off in a cloud of

11:20

card with golden embossing, his expression

have an

descended the staircase,

out, “Jeannie’s asleep. I’ve checked. She’s unhurt, just

Gwendolyn’s senior, was frank and simple–minded.

was a pampered young lady, unaccustomed to real trouble.