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

yourself, Howard said with a deep tone, “Larkin, you oversee this.”

was just being stupid!” Valor admired

a cold glance and then turned to say, “Gwendolyn,

“Okay.”

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

then turned to face the handful of spoiled brats with

such a solid backup, did

sneered, “Everyone, face down! Stick

didn’t hit you. I just bumped into

realize my

Usually, they wouldn’t dare to mess with Valor. After all, there

shouted with false bravado.

anger, they assumed

hips, triumphant, “Let me get this

go,”

in the rear, taking his

her gaze complex.

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

for Howard, and it turned out Howard was a