My Baby’s Daddy

Chapter 1428

Chapter 1428

“You nearly hit me. You need to provide some compensation for what you’ve done! How about this-why don’t you

provide me with some food and a place to stay? We won’t owe cach other anything after that.” Qucenic was trying

to get benefits from Nigel.

Nigel hadn’t expected the clingy girl to demand so much from him. “I’ll count to three, and I expect you out of my

car by then,” he ordered.

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“No way. I know you’re the president of Manson Group and the young master of the Manson Family. It shouldn’t

take much for you to feed and house me for a week!” Queenie had some knowledge about the wealthy figures in

town. The waiters had been extremely polite to Nigel when they last met, and the doctors seemned really

respectful toward him earlier. It was pretty clear that he was the mysterious young master of the Manson Family.

“Do you want to spend the night in the police station right after you get out of the hospital?” Nigel

shot her a threatening glare.

Qucenie chuckled. “Of course not. However, if you’re not going to take responsibility for this matter. I’ll go to one of

your family’s hotels tomorrow and throw a fit to tell the public that you hit me and refused to take accountability

after that. Who do you think has more to lose here?” she asked.

Nigel narrowed his eyes as a dangerous took fiashed across his eyes. He had never been threatened by a woman in

that manner. Furthermore, this woman didn’t just threaten him; she also bumped into him, saw his private bits, and

stole an access card at his hotel, which resulted in him receiving complaints from clients.

At that moment, Nigel realized how he might be too kind to let her go just like that. “Fine. I’ll take responsibility

then,” he uttered with a slight smirk.

Right after finishing his words, his car sped off onto the road.

“Ah!” The girl sitting in the back wasn’t prepared for this at all, and her forehead struck the back of the man’s seat

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as she didn’t have a seatbelt on.

Only then did the man slow the car down.

“I’m sorry: I forgot to tell you to buckle up,” he uttered in a rather playful tone. “You did it on purpose,” Queenie

wailed in an accusatory tone. Along the way back, the man was focused on the speed of the car while Queenie was

focused on the view outside. She completely forgot who was driving the car.

All of a sudden, she realized that something was missing.

The phone she had been holding earlier had somehow disappeared.

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