My Baby’s Daddy Chapter 1428


    “You nearly hit me. You need to provide somepensation for what you’ve done! How about this-why


    don’t you provide me with some food and a ce 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 theyst 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 re.


    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 ountability 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 ess card at his hotel, which resulted in him receiving


    comints 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 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 yful tone. “You did it on purpose,”


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


    car while Queenie was focused on the view outside. Shepletely 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.