And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 219

Brand Ambassador for Life?

Gwendolyn pursed her red lips, her gaze locked on the video playing before her.

The TV host gushed, “Ms. Hamilton, you’re remarkable! Since the inception of the Stellar Crescent Foundation, you’ve been its spokesperson, and you were so young back then. We’re all curious how you’ve become the lifetime ambassador for the foundation?”

Selina blushed slightly, replying, “Actually, the foundation was created for me.”

“The Stellar Crescent‘ in the name has a double meaning. One is from my name, and the other is a nod to the spot where the silent founder and I had our little romantic escapade. So, that’s why it’s called the Stellar Crescent Foundation.”

The host exclaimed with an air of drama, “Wow! That’s incredibly romantic! So, because your love story began in Crescent Village, does the foundation primarily support the villagers there? And can we know who this mysterious founder is?”

“No, I’m afraid not. I’ve promised to keep that secret. But I can share another little scoop. That famous healer’s apprentice also got support from our foundation.”

She flashed a sweet smile at the camera.

“My goodness! That makes you a guardian angel to this healer’s apprentice, Ms. Hamilton!”

Gwendolyn felt a buzzing in her ears, and her fingers tensed to the point of stiffness.

The things she believed in and the life she was grateful for were all fruits of Howard and Selina’s tender romance.

Selina, there would be no Stellar Crescent Foundation or perhaps no bright

was her redemption for the first

the depths of her soul, dissolving into

Stellar Crescent Foundation was established for Selina. That mysterious founder must love her a

trembled, her palms cold as

is,”

suddenly sensed something amiss and quickly backtracked, “Selina must be making

bitter smile and shook her

never play two sides. Call him now and set your mind at ease,” Sandra said candidly, always one to speak her mind. “Once you’ve talked

phone, turned off the video, and dialed

shouldn’t…” Gwendolyn began, but it was too late.

be no secrets,” Sandra remarked, puzzled by the dial tone, “Why is

on a business trip. He’s probably on a

and said,

car engine. A sports car rammed into a

driver’s seat was disheveled, her face twisted like a demon straight from hell. The car’s speedometer hit 180 miles

“Crazy woman!”

car’s out of control and getting out of

“Call the police!”