And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 143

“Gwendolyn, you…” Polly was shaking with anger, “Don’t listen to her threats, everyone. Practicing medicine without a license is a crime here. No CEO of a big shot firm like Summit Corp would marry a woman with a rap sheet.”

They were convinced Gwendolyn was going to do time.

“No way, it can’t be.”

“She’s bluffing, using Howard’s power.”

“If I were the CEO of Summit Corp, I wouldn’t touch her with a ten–foot pole.”

They had all been cowed by Gwendolyn’s earlier assertiveness, with some even contemplating sneaking away to avoid her wrath.

Even the reporters had discreetly put down their cameras, not daring to keep filming.

Polly’s words had snapped them back to reality.

“Hey.”

Nathan couldn’t keep quiet, a laugh escaping him, “All this speculation, why don’t you ask the person in question, huh?”

His laughter was cocky, full of swagger.

As they turned, they saw him, and right beside him, Howard.

Howard’s gaze was icy, piercing.

“Howard.”

“That’s Howard.”

faces. They huddled closer to the edges, trying to make themselves scarce, whispering

hilarious, talking about Gwendolyn throwing her–weight around, but here

dark, his indifference palpable as he said, “Seems like my

c concern.”

they delete everything

“Got it.”

your

control of his own wheelchair, Howard advanced

inside.” His tone brooked no

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followed by his side.

show no mercy, forcibly erasing all the

fell on the stirred–up relatives of the patients and Bill’s parents.

a statement soon. If you’re looking for him, go to

with a smirk, “And for you dimwits who believe anything you’re told and let yourselves be used, digging up your info is a piece of

expect you to apologize to Gwendolyn. If you don’t show, I’ll make sure to

were too angry to

and Polly, the hidden chill in his eyes made

get

not respond further.

the hospital

pulling out a set of cotton pajamas

his fingers to the buttons