Chapter 145


    Chapter 145


    That night.


    In the elite circles of Bayridge City, a sensational tumor was making the rounds at the upscale


    gentlemen’s club


    Mr. Peterson, the talk of the town, had conquered a bevy of beauties in one night


    A resurgence of vinlity


    Thedies who had the pleasure of hispany sang his praises, each more enthralled than thest


    Even the high–society yboys couldn’t resist verifying the tales themselves, eagerly sharing their


    testimonials on Instagram.


    Snapchat stories and Instagmm videos were abuzz, confirming that Valor had indeed shed his former,


    less ttering reputation. His impotence was a thing of the past, and now he was even more formidable


    than the average man


    Such juicy gossip spread like wildfire


    Valory sprawled on the king–sized bed of his luxury hotel suite, deftly unwrapping yet another


    condorn with practiced ease.


    He was like a treless workhorse, plowing through the arduous task at hand. His soul had soared to the


    heavens, leaving only instinct to guide his performance


    He pondered, just how many were “the more the merrier in the words of Howard?


    He hadn’t stopped all night, and dawn was breaking.


    “Mr. Peterson, you’re such a stud,” cooed the voluptuousdy beneath him,vishing him with


    adoration.


    With a vigorous thrust, Valor flipped over, gasping for air, and asked, “Which number are you?”


    I’m lucky number seven You’ve had all the prettiest girls at the club tonight.”


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    Valor waved her off dismissively and reached into the nightstand, pulling out a designer clutch and


    handing it to her. “You’re free to go Remember to post about it, with pictures.


    “Mr. Peterson, you’re so naughty, asking for such photos. Everyone knows about your


    Têxt belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    The woman grabbed the clutch, quickly dressed, and sashayed out the door.


    Valor catapulted himself upright and gulped down a pitcher of ice water


    This was backbreaking work, tougher than hauling bricks on a construction site.


    valor now”


    At this rate, his supply of “Happy Wife” wouldn’tst eight years, a month, and ten days.


    This night’sbor wasn’t for mere mortals. Not only did he have to keep up the strenuous efforts, but he


    also had to field calls from his friends, letting them overhear the women’s screams to coroborate his full


    recovery.


    No sooner had he quenched his thirst than his phone rang again.


    “Hello?


    It was the yboys again, fishing for the secret to his vitality.


    “Valor. What’s the magic pill you took to conquer seven in one night? Spill it, man.”


    Men alwayspeted, especially when it came to virility.


    Valor responded with icy arrogance, “I found a miracle doctor”


    “A miracle doctor? Don’t tell me it’s Enoch?”


    Valor scoffed, “If you wanna know, keep an eye on Bayridge Hospital’s press conference. Don’t say I


    didn’t tip you off”


    He hung up with smug satisfaction


    He needed to recharge properly today. Tonight, the campaign continued.


    Howard had given him quite the hefty mission.


    Two dayster, at 10 am


    The press conference at Bayridge Hospital was underway,


    The affair was grand, the atmosphere charged with seriousness.


    The media invited were reputable national outlets. The conference room was arranged with orderly


    chairs and tables, microphones, and live–stream equipment at the ready.


    Each long table had bottled water and name cards, neatly sectioned off.


    10:20


    The reporters, dressed in formal attire, were in ce. Some familiar faces were present too, Dr. Yates


    and Sandra, as well as the Health Association’s Vice President Ferdinand.


    Ferdinand had made it clear on television Interviews that there was no room for quacks like


    Gwendolyn, vowing to purge the medicalmunity of such “bad apples.”


    Now, he sat with disdain, eager to see Gwendolyn’sst–ditch struggle.


    Today, he was determined to see Gwendolyn who had cut into his profits behind bars.


    There was half an hour to go before the press conference was set to officially start.


    The media outlets began their live streams, warming up the audience.


    Manyizens who had been following the “Gwendolyn practicing without a license” saga


    a were tuned into the live broadcast.


    ording to the notices from Bayridge Hospital, this press conference was to make a formal


    announcement regarding “The matter of Gwendolyn.” It implied that the hospital had uncovered the


    truth, and there were even police cars stationed outside


    Two officers stood at the hospital entrance, ready to act on their orders.


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