And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 103

Gwendolyn pursed her lips tight, clutching her cell phone as if it were a lifeline, ready to dial 911 any moment.

The atmosphere around Howard, who sat in his wheelchair, was as dark and chilling as a winter storm. “Cliff, just make sure they remember this night,” he ordered with an icy tone.

“Understood, boss,” Cliff responded.

Cliff, a man with a military build and a certain air of power that suggested a disciplined life didn’t hesitate. He charged into the crowd, snatched up a bottle of Merlot from the nearest table, and smashed it over Jimmy’s head.

Blood blossomed like a gruesome flower.

“Mess with our Miss Jeannie, and you’re done for!” Cliff bellowed.

“Get them, boys!”

Jimmy clutched his bleeding head, bellowing with rage and pain as chaos erupted in the bar.

As bottles crashed to the floor, Gwendolyn seized the opportunity to steady the staggering Jeannie, drunk as a lord.

“Mr. Chadwick, I’ll get Jeannie to the car, then I’m coming back for you!” she said.

“Be careful,” Howard admonished.

“Got it!” With great difficulty, Gwendolyn guided Jeannie toward the exit.

Meanwhile, Cliff was a one–man army. A retired mercenary, his lethal skills were more than a match for the pampered playboys, hollowed out by excess and entitlement.

In no time, Jimmy and his cronies were sprawled on the floor, defeated.

“You’ll pay for this, Howard! Bainbridge won’t let this slide! It is just you flexing!” Jimmy spat through the blood.

Howard’s gaze was frosty. “Tonight, it’s you who can’t afford my wrath.”

He flicked a credit card at Jimmy’s face. “Here’s for your hospital bills, in advance.”

He turned to Cliff, and his voice was devoid of warmth. “Keep at it! I want one million. dollars of damage!“,

Cliff checked. “Before or after insurance?”

“Whichever,” Howard replied indifferently.

Cliff resumed the beating as the groveling sycophants knelt, crying out in fear.

“We messed up!”

“We don’t have insurance!”

“Stop, you’re going to kill someone! Please, have mercy!”

They knelt in a row, begging.

Cliff’s boot met their backsides with a forceful kick. “Spineless, all of you! What’s next,

boss?”

Howard’s fingers caressed the armrest of his wheelchair as he spoke. “If you want to leave, strip Jimmy. Feel him up until I say stop.” Let him have a taste of his own medicine. “Since you’re so keen on touching others, begin,” he said casually.

Jimmy’s face turned the color of liver as he realized what would happen.

“Howard, I have Bainbridge backing me up! You wouldn’t dare!”

Jimmy was still defiant, but his companions had already turned on him.

“Sorry, Jimmy! It’s about survival, bro!”

“Damn it. Howard forced us. We had no choice.”

“I don’t want to die. Just take it, man.”

Before long, Jimmy was stripped bare, not even his boxers spared. Multiple hands groped.

at his skin.

Jimmy turned pale, screaming in disgust as if he was about to throw up his Thanksgiving

dinner.

“Get off me! I’ll kill you! Ugh… Screw you!”

Naked and trying to escape, Jimmy was dragged back into the fray. The scene was a grotesque spectacle.

Cliff shielded his eyes, exclaiming. “Gosh, that’s way too disgusting! An eyesore!”

Howard watched with detached amusement.

At last, Jimmy curled up in a corner, crying like a child.

Nathan and his crew arrived at a scene straight out of a madhouse. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“It’s in your hands now,” Howard said, his eyes as cold as a glacier.

Not daring to dally, Nathan nodded. He watched Howard leave the bar before starting to clean up the mess.

11:20

Outside the bar, Gwendolyn craned her neck anxiously. When she saw Howard, her eyes lit

1. up.

“Mr. Chadwick, are you okay?” she rushed forward to meet him.