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.

nodded vigorously. “Yeah, yeah! Except for the

with them yourself, Howard said with a deep

never again say you can’t get it up. I was just being stupid!” Valor admired Howard to the point of folly, ready to follow

cold glance and then

“Okay.”

waiting for a while. now.” She then pushed

leave, then turned to face the handful of spoiled brats with

such a solid

face down!

hit you. I just bumped

realize my

had instigated them to do that. Usually, they wouldn’t dare to mess with Valor. After all,

Valor shouted with false

suppressed anger, they assumed the

on hips, triumphant, “Let me get this anger out, and you’re free to

go,”

one in the rear,

watched from the sidelines, her gaze complex.

was true and that Howard would come and

Howard was a man of loyalty, making a big fuss