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

deleted the

not to call.”

She, she deliberately sent it to Mrs. Chadwick, but Mrs. Chadwick didn’t misunderstand

very sorry,

went out of your way to help Selina drive

fault.” Quentin hung his head, flush with shame.

aching until Howard

the tiny camera, disgust

blurted out hastily. I haven’t

was found in the master bedroom. It’s

days. Delete all backups and ensure there’s no

Top–tier hacker Grace had a nasty temper,

get right

him, “Fail, and you can join the Arctic natural gas project.”

the desolate and icy Arctic ignited an unprecedented motivation

Howard slightly closed his eyes, his

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