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 logs. I told

not to call.”

the hotel and sent it to Ms. Hamilton. She, she deliberately sent it to Mrs. Chadwick, but Mrs. Chadwick didn’t misunderstand and

very sorry,

help Selina drive a wedge between my wife and

my fault.” Quentin hung his head,

long while, Quentin’s leg muscles aching until Howard finally said, “And this? Did you

the tiny camera, disgust in

blurted out hastily. I haven’t done anything

make things right. This gadget was found in the master bedroom. It’s been syncing all its images and video data to the other party’s

days. Delete all backups

a nasty temper,

right

can join the Arctic natural gas

make it happen!” The thought of the desolate and icy Arctic

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

over twenty–four hours, shadows under his eyes. He smelled faintly of alcohol, fatigue