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To The Guy I Met At The Bar I Have Your Sons

“Had I ever told you that I want you dead?” “What a coincidence, I want you dead too.” Kimberly Rollins and Vincent Walters are like cats and dogs, archenemies one might say. Clawing and barking is a normal thing, and they can’t bear to see each other’s face, but no matter how they don’t want to see each other, they are bound by a link that can’t be broken; Their sons. Six years ago, they had a steamy night that bore fruit. Wanting to have them alone, Kimberly refused to seek the father of her children and raised them on a country side, completely having a peaceful life while running her bakery. She got what she wants; a peaceful life. … If only she didn’t drink that day. “To the guy I met at the bar, I have your sons!” Kimberly boldly showed her children on a video which gathered thousands and thousands of views, passing from one eye to another. The video was only meant for fun. She’s confident that he won’t find them, he doesn’t even know he got her pregnant. So, he wouldn’t, would he? But the very next day, men in suits raided her bakery, an arrogant man leading them forward, demanding to see her. To her shock, Vincent was the son of a multi-millionaire and he’s in the middle of finding an heir to inherit the highest position of the company! Kimberly soon found herself in a tug of war. One wants to make the twin his heirs, while the other wants to raise them in the town and have a peaceful and simple life. So—who will win the custody of the twin? Would the two of them reach an agreement despite their conflicting ideals? Which one of them will run out of patience first and choke the other one to death?

MYOSITISIN · Urban
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171 Chs

Chapter 80 Eighty

“Of course, you two are friends.” Kimberly dropped the act and her face turned frozen cold. “What did you expect from the two persons with similar attitudes?”

“Ha… Why are you acting like this, Kimberly?” As if she were a flower under the scorching heat of the sun, Fiona weathered. To be more dramatic, she leaned on the shelves as if some goblin had sucked her energy out of her body. “What have I done to you?”

Annoyed by how she acts like the victim, Kimberly’s whites in her eyes showed themselves. “Oh, come on, you really don’t know?”

“Would I be asking if I did?”

“This bitch---”

“Hannah, stop.” She doesn’t want her to get more involved in this and wants to talk Fiona down herself. This woman deserves some slapping, but getting violent will only set her low. She still has her pride to keep.

She can feel her young employee seething behind her, and Kimberly can empathize with how she feels. They feel exactly the same.