And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 111

Bainbridge froze in place as if he’d been struck by lightning, his brain short–circuiting.

Howard handed the invitation to Gwendolyn at his side. “Read it out loud.”

Gwendolyn stepped forward to take the invitation, her lips pursed, her face as cold as ice.

Her eyes fell on the microphone in Bainbridge’s hand, and she took it for herself with a ferocious snatch.

“Hello?” She tested the microphone, her soft voice filling the entire hall, yet no one was in the mood to smile.

Gwendolyn gazed at the invitation, where Bainbridge had penned his flattery and started

to read.

“To the esteemed founder of Summit Corp, you are cordially invited to attend my grandfather’s 70th birthday bash.”

“Shut up! Don’t read anymore!” Bainbridge’s face turned ashen.

He lunged to grab the microphone but was kicked away by Cliff.

Gwendolyn’s voice remained calm and clear. “I have long admired you and eagerly await your esteemed presence. I hope for a delightful and insightful exchange at the event.”

She lifted her eyes to Bainbridge, whose face looked twisted in anger, and enunciated each word of the final line. “Your admirer, Bainbridge.”

ensuring everyone could

dropped like water into a frying

while others were

his chest, almost mad with disbelief. “Impossible! It can’t be happening! Where did you steal this invitation from?”

to

Get them out of

so fast. Not so fast!” Larkin called out repeatedly. He straightened his tie and made his way to Howard with a flattering smile. “Mr. Howard, we

and gentlemen, let me introduce Mr. Howard, the founder of Summit Corp and my boss. Mr. Bainbridge, haven’t you always admired the president of Summit

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room buzzed with

founder of

variously shocked, incredulous,

ashen and fearful. Only Valor was ecstatic, slapping his thigh

by a mallet

Jarvis were similarly bewildered,

could Howard, the guy they’d all written off as a nobody, be the big

at Howard, a metallic taste filling his mouth as if he could taste

Leaning on his cane,

grandson to be proud of. Is this why you wanted to leave the Chadwick family?” he gasped for air, barely able to

didn’t want the Chadwick family name to benefit

him impassively. “You taught me from a young age, ‘return good for evil, and what should be done for good? Do I need to announce here what Bainbridge has

done?”