And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 173

Gwendolyn ascended the staircase, her heels clicking rhythmically against the polished wood until she reached the second floor.

The nameplate on the door caught her eye immediately, its bold letters impossible to miss. With a gentle push, she entered the room.

The lounge was decorated with an air of understated elegance, featuring a plush daybed and an adjoining powder room. The dressing table was adorned with unopened cosmetics, Scented candles filled the room with a calming aroma, and the wardrobe was stocked with evening wear for both men and women. While not exactly luxurious couture, the garments were far from shabby,

The Peterson family was loaded, that much was clear from their willingness to splurge,

Gwendolyn churned her stomach tumultuously,

She sought comfort in the daybed, sitting for a brief moment before the wave of nausea hit and she darted into the powder room to throw up.

Afterward, she felt considerably better.

She then turned her attention to cleaning the stain on her gown, a garment she couldn’t bear to part with since it was a gift from Mr. Chadwick.

The design matched the pattern on his cufflinks, a coordinated detail that was both secretive and sweet. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had chosen this dress for her on purpose,

Footsteps echoed outside the door.

Vivien, standing just beyond the threshold, was eavesdropping.

Arriving late, she hadn’t seen whether that waiter had accompanied Gwendolyn inside.

“Vivien!” A male voice startled her from behind.

Vivien jumped, her heart racing, and whirled around to face Conrad, a notoriou:

her chest, exasperatedly exclaiming, “What do you want?”

Conrad appraised her with an approving click of his tongue.

“You’re looking mighty fine, I must say.”

Indeed, Vivien was a vision of beauty that day.

With a laugh, she replied, “I’ve always been beautiful.”

She clutched at

She had spent three hours perfecting her makeup, determined to seduce Howard. With a little push from a love potion, she was certain he wouldn’t be able to resist her charm.

“Come to my room. There’s something I need to discuss with you,” Conrad murmured, his eyes heavy with intent.

Vivien shot him a disdainful look. “I’m busy!”

She needed to scheme against Gwendolyn.

“If you refuse, you’ll regret it. I saw you in the garden with that waiter…”

“Shut up!” Vivien cut him off, panic edging her voice.

“It’s just a little business proposal. Let’s talk in my room. Ten minutes is all I need!”

Conrad spoke with certainty.

After a moment of hesitation, Vivien agreed and followed him down the corridor to a room at the far end. The Moore family, known for their paint business, was considered third–tier at best. Still, they were a decent match for the Sawyer family.

But despite Conrad’s decent background, his reputation was sullied.

No heiress in Bayridge City wanted to marry him, especially with rumors of his sexually transmitted disease.

Conrad opened the door, ushering Vivien in. With a subtle twist, he locked the door behind them.

Vivien, oblivious, watched as he offered her a glass of water with feigned gentility. “Have a drink.”

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Vivien crossed her arms and fixed him with a stare. “What did you see in the garden?”

As she spoke, her mouth felt parched.

“Nothing much. Just you handing him two packets of powder,” Conrad said casually, glancing at the clock on the wall and deliberately dragging out the conversation.

“You’re mistaken!”

Vivien denied it frantically.

“If it’s nothing, why are you so nervous?” Conrad slid closer, his hand resting on the small of her back. “What’s got you so spooked? Why don’t you tell me what was in those packets?”

A chill ran down Vivien’s spine as she shrugged his hand away. “Conrad, what are you actually up to?”