Chapter 58

Sophia Lowell strode down the commercial street in her high heels when a young man handing out flyers approached her.

"Miss, interested in premium sperm donation?" He eagerly offered a pink leaflet.

She halted mid-step, casting a frosty glance at the flyer. Her already gloomy mood instantly ignited.

"Do I look like I need to donate?" Her voice dripped with venom.

The flustered young man scratched his head. "You could also purchase samples. Many independent women opt for artificial insemination these days..."

Sophia suddenly straightened, accentuating her visible baby bump.

The young man's face turned crimson. "My apologies! I'll leave immediately—"

"Wait." She stopped him, plucking a flyer from his stack. "A friend might find this useful."

Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she studied the website address printed on the paper.

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Night enveloped the city's most exclusive club.

Felix Roland had his arm around a newly acquainted model, laughing over drinks when his phone rudely interrupted with incessant ringing.

"Who dares—" He angrily answered the call.

Ethan Roscente's icy voice came through. "Upstairs. Now."

Felix looked up through the glass dome, spotting the solitary figure in the VIP lounge above.

"To what do we owe this rare pleasure, Mr. Roscente—" He deliberately drawled.

"The North District land." Ethan cut him off.

The dial tone made Felix grit his teeth. He downed his drink and flashed an apologetic smile at his companion. "Ten minutes, darling."

In the private lounge, Ethan's whiskey glass stood nearly empty.

Felix entered with a low whistle at the sight. "What could possibly drive the great Ethan Roscente to drown his sorrows? Unless it's about—"

"Enough." Ethan's glacial gaze lifted.

The crystal tumbler emitted faint cracking sounds beneath his fingertips.