My Blind Husband

Chapter 971 The Manipulative Ploy

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?

was exposed, Damien

gunshot wound, a repercussion of Damien’s retaliation, served as a testament to the lengths he would go to protect

and status loomed large, casting a

the DNA report…

middle–aged man couldn’t fathom the repercussions

through his thoughts like a knife. “What’s troubling you, Mr. Danny

“Have my offers of securing a permanent European green card for your son or the villa I bestowed upon

The Manipulative

a menacing gaze on Danny, “You’re already teetering on the brink of ruin. Even if Damien secks retribution, what power does

won’t extend to your son,” Sebastian assured with a

if Damien were to remove you from the equation, your son would still lead a life of comfort and luxury

if you dare to defy

threat implicit in his tone. “If you choose to disobey me, your son’s fate may not be

Mr. Parker, you must now decide: save yourself or witness

Danny like a knife, each syllable

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

will honor our agreement,” Sebastian affirmed with a

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