And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

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Chapter 153

“Bainbridge!” Jarvis urged him again, his voice laden with the weight of ambition, “Think of the shares!”

Securing that 30% stake was pammount. Without it, what was dignity but an empty word?

Bainbridge’s eyes blazed with a feral red. His fists clenched tightly, veins on his hands standing out like cords.

His knees bent, and he knelt to the ground

All his life’s scheming and pride turned to ashes in that singular act of submission.

He had been bested by Howard

Humiliation spread like a stain.

Bainbridge bit has lower lip so hard it bled, his mind a whirlwind of dark, venomous curses.

Gwendolyn watched, her face void of pity. He was the architect of that car crash years ago, the one that had almost claimed Howard’s life. Since then, Bainbridge had humiliated Howard, plotted against him, even tried to poison him.

Such a man was beyond redemption!

“Isn’t that enough?” Bainbridge’s voice was hoarse, the taste of blood thick in his throat.

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up. “How can you torment my son like this?

heartless, he would have had you thrown in jail by

locked eyes with her, his voice brooding, “Please, Gwendolyn,

30% stake was his life’s

only agreed to be asked for help with kneeling,

afterward.”

was not enough.

your word!” Farrah accused, pointing a shaking finger at her.

face like thunder, stepped in front of his wife, looking at Gwendolyn, “What more do you

“I do have one condition, but it’s not with you I wish

shifted to Warren, “With you, sir, When my hand has healed, I’ll come to discuss

a healer’s nature, but she was no saint

the score, every account settled in its right

Mr. White, let’s go home.”

“Indeed.”

in Howard’s

proved to be a woman of vivid contrasts, with clear lines drawn between love and hate.

Rolls–Royce

was left behind, exchanging looks of shock and

Gwendolyn’s words, his mind racing with what

had left was that 30% stake.