And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 263

In the study, Howard sat at his desk, a faint redness at the comers of his eyen, lazily leaning back in his swivel chair

On the desk lay a black object no bigger than a fingemail, a pinhole camera Worldly and wise, Quentin recognized it immediately.

A cold sweat broke out on Quentin’s forehead, his body rigid with tension, unsure of what had transpired

Howard’s gaze lifted void of any warmth, “Quentin, will you spill the beans, or shall 17”

“Mr. Chadwick m not sure what you’re getting at

Everything you’ve done for Selina since you returned to Bayridge City.” Howard’s voice was icy as he stared at Quentin. “You know I can’t stand a traitor. I’m giving you one last chance to come clean”

Quentin felt his heart skip a beat, his blood almost turning to ice.

The sorry, Mr. Chadwick Quentin figured Gwendolyn’s chill response meant the problem was blown over. But he sure didn’t see Howard coming back for a payback.

“Spit it out” Howard’s eyes drooped as he spoke.

Quentin straightened up, his voice trembling. The first time was when Ms. Hamilton wanted to enter Summit Corp. I let her through the door. I thought you still had feelings for her

Capital. Mrs. Chadwick called you, and I deleted the call

not to call.”

of you at the hotel and sent it to Ms. Hamilton. She, she deliberately sent it

sorry, Mr. Chadwick.”

scoffed coldly. “You went out of your way to help Selina drive a wedge between my

my fault.” Quentin hung his head, flush with

aching until Howard finally said, “And this?

the tiny camera, disgust in his

Quentin blurted out hastily. I haven’t done anything

was found in the master bedroom. It’s been

Grace within two days. Delete all backups

had a nasty

get right

reminded him, “Fail, and you can join the

of the desolate and

can leave now.” Howard slightly closed his eyes, his fingertips

hadn’t slept in over twenty–four hours, shadows under his eyes. He smelled faintly of alcohol, fatigue