My Baby's Daddy

A month ago, the bar had changed owners as it was bought by the gorgeously handsome man before him. From then on, the bar was only open whenever the man felt like it, although he spent most of the time drinking alone in the bar.

At one time, the ladies who came to the bar were captivated by his charming good looks, but they all ended up fearing him, especially those who tried to approach him. He not only had a cold shoulder, but he greeted those women with a frosty, scathing look. It wasn’t enjoyable to be scrutinized under the man’s gaze, which would freeze a person from head to toe as if skinning them alive.

The man being described was Arthur Weiss, the mysterious young man of noble descent who had been looking for his family heirloom.

“Young Master Weiss, we’ll surely find her,” the bodyguard said in an effort to comfort him.

Arthur’s patience was running out. He had tried everything he could, but he couldn’t find the thief’s whereabouts at all. He had checked the bar’s surveillance footage, as well as surveillance footage of the road, but the young lady was so heavily made-up that there was no way of knowing what she really looked like.

He had considered going to the police, but he didn’t want the loss of his family heirloom to be made public, fearing that the thief might destroy the heirloom if she were to learn that it was an object of great importance. If that happened, even if he caught her, he might not be able to recover it. Therefore, he would rather let her keep the heirloom first and sort her out later when he found her.

Right now, he was waiting for the final piece of information-the cab driver who had driven her to the bar that night was found.

down; it was once a paradise for the rich and the most luxurious money-squandering establishment in town. He then saw a man sitting in a chair next to the bar counter. He was toying with a wine glass, and it was evident from the sound of the wine glass being swirled

cab driver who drove that

the man, asking, “Do you remember this lady? The money is yours as long as you tell me where you picked her

the driver instantly remembered her. “Yes, yes, I do remember this lady. She was coming out of a restaurant when I

she was crying her eyes out, seemingly telling her

felt that victory was in sight. “Can I have the video of the ride that

cell phone even more briskly. “Sure, sure. Let me find it for you right away.” Finally, he brought

the cab in the video, and sure enough, she was

left immediately after getting

a total of 23 minutes. The somewhat blurry video showed that after getting into the cab, the young lady

her cell phone rang; she picked