Dylan’s embarrassment swelled into rage as he pushed Lily away. “Piss off! Go get checked if you want! There are no issues with
me!”
Upstairs, I chuckled.
Dylan had always been that prideful, just as he must be feeling a sense of urgency now.
After all, it was the Sullivans‘ family rule that even the family head’s son could only inherit the family estate if he could produce
an heir himself.
At that point, he was no more than a figurehead deputy CEO.
To no surprise, I soon received word that Dylan had been finding himself multiple lovers, even making it sound pretty by calling it “increasing the odds.”
Having found out about that juicy piece of gossip, why wouldn’t I let slip about that to Lily?
After I sent a proxy to spill the beans, I waited for the start of the drama.
In fact, it happened the next day–Dylan was in the middle of a board meeting when Lily barged in, bellowing, “Dylan Sullivan!
How dare you take up mistresses! How could you do this to me?!”
Dylan’s face turned ashen. “Get her out of here!”
His secretary rushed up to drag Lily outside, but she yelled maniacally, “It doesn’t matter how many women you hook up with!
You’re impotent! You have necrospermia–I took a sample!”
I was watching from a livestream as the entire meeting room turned silent, and laughed gleefully.
On the other hand, Dylan was absolutely furious, pointing at Lily as he bellowed, “Get out! You’re not my wife yet! You don’t get
to talk to me like that!”
Dylan’s threat left Lily horrified.
