"Neither of you is pregnant. Yet you dared to team up and lie to me."
So that was why we had slept so well.
Good grief. He played dirty.
A Northeastern girl's temper is blunt.
Rhian stiffened her neck and snapped, "So what? We just don't want to have your kid!"
The Grant family was one of the most influential in Harbor City.
Yet here they were, being rejected by two mistresses.
Evelyn's expression turned frosty.
"Sam, if they don't appreciate the opportunity, then forget it. There are still sixteen girls left, aren't there? You've been too busy all these years to have children. As long as you keep putting in the effort, eventually someone will get pregnant."
At Evelyn's words, Samuel let out a cold laugh.
"What a joke. No woman has ever dared reject me. Do you want our family to become a joke to everyone?"
Then, he turned to Rhian and me and said, "You don't want to give birth? Fine. Then I'll choose between the two of you specifically."
Because he had drenched himself in cold water the night before to suppress the drug's effects forcefully, the doctor said he had damaged himself badly. He needed at least a week of rest before he could have sex again, or he risked permanent dysfunction.