My Blind Husband

Very well.

Sebastian elegantly dabbed away the perspiration with a tissue, discarding it into the trash can before casually regarding the middle–aged man before him. “Keep in mind your responsibilities.”

“Of course, of course!” the middle–aged man replied with a reassuring smile.

With a smile, the middle–aged man pledged, “Mr. Weiss, rest assured, you can rely on me.”

“My son’s destiny lies within your decisions, so I’ll document precisely as you dictate on the DNA report,” he affirmed.

Sebastian smirked in response. “Then proceed as I’ve directed.”

“In the section designated for the father, inscribe my name,” he directed with clarity.

“And for the mother’s identification…”

He paused for effect. “Simply record the name of Damien’s wife, Cherise.”

Though Sebastian’s commands appeared straightforward, they landed like a bombshell upon the middle–aged man, igniting waves of apprehension. “This… this seems rather precarious, doesn’t it?”

How many in Adania were unaware of the profound love and unwavering support Damien, the esteemed CEO, harbored for his current wife?

Sebastian was

a repercussion of Damien’s retaliation, served as a testament to the lengths he

large,

any manipulation of the

fathom the

knife. “What’s troubling you, Mr. Danny Parker?

securing a permanent European green card for your son or the villa I

The Manipulative

assured, Sebastian continued, fixing a menacing gaze on Danny, “You’re already teetering on the brink of ruin. Even if Damien secks retribution, what power does he truly wield over

his anger won’t extend to your son,” Sebastian

the equation, your son would still lead a life of comfort and

dare

his tone. “If you choose

must now decide: save yourself or witness

Danny like a knife, each syllable

brow as he grappled with the weight of his decision. Finally, he met Sebastian’s gaze head–on. “Can you guarantee… that my son

honor our agreement,” Sebastian affirmed with