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 the

with a

never again say you can’t get it up. I was just being stupid!” Valor admired Howard to

glance and then turned to

“Okay.”

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

then turned to face the handful of spoiled

to have such a solid

face down! Stick your

you. I just bumped into you

Peterson, I realize

After all, there was safety

shouted with false bravado.

anger, they

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

go,”

in the rear, taking his

from the sidelines, her gaze complex. Indeed, luck was on Valor’s side.

he said was true and that Howard would come and turn the

up for Howard, and it turned out Howard was a man of loyalty, making a