A Bastard For The Heir

Do Anything To Redeem Myself!

Andrew's face paled. "After you ruined my image and reputation back at that restaurant, I would do anything to redeem myself, you bastard!" He gawked at Wayne.

"I don't care about going down 6 feet low to get what I want!" Andrew stood up abruptly, and switched on the lights.

The room was a regular one, with sofas and chairs on one side, right beside the bed.

The bed was occupied by none other than Leslie Wilson, the woman that he got into a scruple with at the kindergarten.

"Well, if it isn't the good for nothing son in law of the Moores!" She got up, laughing out loud.

"I'm sure you can recall who I am, and how you and that your brat of a child disrespected me!"

Wayne gritted his teeth so hard it almost bled. Sometimes he just wished he'd done taught some people some very painful lessons.

If he had broken this woman's legs, she wouldn't be here sprouting rubbish.

He shook his head warily. "For the last time, Where's my daughter?"

"To your relief she must be somewhere, asleep and ca