And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 74

Valor snorted in disdain.

It was evident that Bainbridge had been up to no good. Had he played by the rules, he wouldn’t have become the joke he was.

He looked arcund the room, and his eyes lit up when he spotted Gwendolyn and walked over to her with a bright rnile. “Hey, fairy Gwen!”

Gwendolyn tapped her foot nervously on the ground. “Mr. Peterson, please don’t call me that. Just Gwendolyn is fine.” She glanced around, painfully aware of the many ears within earshot.

“No way,” Valor said as he closed the distance. “You’re a fairy in my heart.”

Gwendolyn sighed, resigning to her fate.

“Howard, you lucky dog!” Valor exclaimed, clapping Howard on the back, which seemed to echo even in his wheelchair–bound state. “You married a gem. A real lady luck! Ever since she’s been with you, it’s like you’ve got a winning lottery ticket every day!”

“Mr. Peterson, you’re laying it on thick,” Gwendolyn said, cheeks tinting with embarrassment.

“You’re right, though.” Howard nodded thoughtfully. “She does bring me luck.”

He woke up from his slumber the day she moved in. Then he discovered she was Enoch’s student. And not long after, he managed to flip a failing project onto Bainbridge’s lap.

“It’s not that mystical,” Gwendolyn knew about Howard’s cunning behind–the–scenes machinations.

But Valor didn’t care for the details, whispering conspiratorially, “Let me tell you guys a little secret.”

He gave Howard a suggestive eyebrow raise.

Howard returned the look, eyebrows raised in expectation.

“I think the old engine’s starting to rev up again,” Valor said with a sly grin. “I don’t know if it’s the light diet or the daily workouts, but the more I drink that concoction, the more energetic I feel. I’m downing it three times a day now.”

Gwendolyn froze, shocked.

“I’ll be back in full swing in no time!” he declared, deciding to put his newfound vigor to the test soon.

Howard’s face turned to stone.

“Howard, don’t be green with envy,” Valor slapped his shoulder with false camaraderie. “There’s plenty of time. You’ll get better, too.”

With that, he left with a spring in his step and a smug look.

Gwendolyn and Howard exchanged a look, and she said guiltily, “I told him once a day. It’s supposed to be slow–acting.”

Who knew he’d chug it like his favorite beer?

Too much and too quick can lead to side effects, after all.

“Mr. Chadwick, did I… mess up your plan?” Valor was getting better, and it was becoming harder to keep it a

secret.

His anger barely contained, Howard replied coldly, “No worries. I’ll handle it.”

11:44

Valor was playing a dangerous game.

Oh Gwendolyn peeked up at him furtively.

Men always compare their sexual capacities. Did Howard feel beaten by Valor? Was that why he was upset? “Let’s head home. Things are a bit chaotic.”

The Chadwick family had enough drama, and Bainbridge, with his temper, would be looking for a scapegoat. He added, “Be careful at work. I might need to step out tonight.”

“Sure, I’ll keep the herbal tea warm.”

Gwendolyn quickly added, “No extra medication, I promise.”

Howard’s lips curled slightly. “I didn’t ask.”

Gwendolyn felt a warmth in her palms, her head bowed as she followed him.

At Bayridge Hospital, Warren clutched at his chest, lying in the hospital bed. Farrah hurriedly brought him a glass of water and helped him take his blood pressure medication.

Jarvis and Bainbridge stood anxiously to the side.

After swallowing his pill, Warren glared at them and scolded, “Fools rush for quick gains! Gambling Chadwick Group shares like that was utterly reckless!”

“Grandpa, I screwed up. Who’d have thought a sure–thing project would tank like that?” Bainbridge lamented, his ambitions clouding his judgment.

He desperately wanted to prove he was better than Howard! From NôvelDrama.Org.

“You fell for their tricks! All of it is Summit Corp’s scheme. The Chadwick Group was their stepping stone into Bayridge City.”

Warren felt as though his heart was being sliced open. They had just given away 20% of the shares to someone else!

That was a complete waste!

“Grandpa, maybe… maybe there’s still something I can do,” Bainbridge said through tears, clinging to the last shred of hope.