And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 113

Larkin squinted as he flipped open the list, reading off names like a roll call at a high–stakes poker game.

“Andrew, Jerry…”

It was as if he were reading from the Book of Life and Death, and those with their names called felt their hearts race, sweat beading on their foreheads. Standing beside them, muscles bulging beneath his suit, was the burly driver, Cliff, ready to take action at any

moment.

Before long, only a handful of people were in the grand ballroom.

The air hung heavy with tension.

Larkin snapped the list shut, his chubby face breaking into a smile as he said, “Mr. Chadwick, everyone’s present.”

“Hmm.” Howard’s gaze swept to a corner of the room and called out, “Valor, come identify

them.”

Valor clutched his fist, and his eyes reddened with emotion. “Yes! Howard, I knew you wouldn’t forget your bro!”

His hand was still bandaged, and his bruised face twisted into a grimace of pain and joy, looking quite a sight.

“Are these the guys who beat you up?” Howard asked.

for

them yourself, Howard said with a deep tone,

just being stupid!” Valor admired Howard to the point of folly, ready to follow him to the ends of

him a cold glance and then

“Okay.”

have been waiting for a while. now.” She then pushed Howard’s wheelchair

them leave, then turned to face the handful of spoiled brats with a snort.

to have such a solid

“Everyone, face down!

hit you. I just bumped into you

Peterson, I realize my mistake.”

After all, there was

shouted with false

suppressed anger, they assumed the humiliating position.

hips, triumphant, “Let me get this anger out, and

go,”

in the rear, taking his

gaze complex. Indeed, luck

imagined that everything he said was true and that Howard would come and turn the tidel

for Howard, and it turned out Howard was