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.

vigorously. “Yeah, yeah! Except for the dwarf,

a deep tone, “Larkin, you

just being stupid!” Valor admired Howard to the

cold glance and then turned to say, “Gwendolyn, let’s head

“Okay.”

joy. “Jeannie and Roselind have been waiting for a while. now.” She then pushed Howard’s wheelchair

leave, then turned to face the handful of spoiled

expect Valor to have such

sneered, “Everyone, face down! Stick your butts out!”

I just bumped into you

I realize

instigated them to do that. Usually, they wouldn’t dare to mess with Valor. After all, there was safety in numbers, and their families only had a bit of money.

Valor shouted with false bravado.

with suppressed anger, they assumed the humiliating

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

go,”

the rear, taking

watched from the sidelines, her gaze complex. Indeed, luck

true and that

was