Oops! My Secret Baby Is Caught By His Top-Lawyer Daddy! Novel

---- Chapter 69: The Big Boss Is About To Get Himself Into Trouble! The guys had only been chatting for a while when the late-night snacks Aaron ordered finally arrived. He carried the food over to the dining room-only to find that Derek was already cracking open his second bottle! Aaron scowled at him. "Not exactly brave when it comes to commitment, but you sure can hold your liquor." Derek scoffed. "Who says I'm not brave?" Aaron shot back, "You won't even get married. No sense of responsibility. If that's not cowardly, what is?" Derek pushed back.

"What does getting married have to do with courage? Look at Tristan-he's not married either!" Aaron replied coolly, "Yeah, but Tristan didn't ---- waste any woman's time." Tristan, who had just gotten the full story, chimed in casually, "If you're not gonna marry Scarlett, then break up for good. Call it a day. Go your separate ways. She can move on, you can move on-freedom for all! No harm done." Aaron snorted. "He's just a jerk. Doesn't want marriage himself, but can't stand the idea of someone else wanting it." Tristan laughed. "That's some messed-up thinking right there. Forget him.

Let's drink." He clinked glasses with Aaron. Aaron nodded. "Yeah, whatever. Let's just wait for our invite to Scarlett's wedding. From the looks of it, she's not far off." Tristan raised an eyebrow. "Already found a new guy? That fast? Then again, it's the entertainment industry-we're talking VIP access to a pool of rich and powerful men. I should go pay my respects. We were acquaintances, after all." ---- Off to the side, Derek clutched his chest dramatically, looking heartbroken. "You guys are really trying to stab me in the heart tonight, huh?" Tristan gave him a deadpan look.

"You earned it." Aaron said coldly, "Go on, drink up. Keep going. Who knows-your girlfriend might be warming someone else's bed already." Tristan added mercilessly, "Yeah, drink all you want. Maybe next Christmas, she'll be caroling at your door with her new husband and their two kids." Derek almost coughed up blood. That hit too hard. The visual was way too vivid. He couldn't bear to imagine it. He lost his appetite. Defeated, he slumped in his chair. "Where am I even sleeping tonight? Someone help me crawl to bed..." Aaron snorted. "First room on the left. Knock yourself out.

In your dreams, anything's ---- possible." The next day, Clara came home around noon, still nursing a pounding headache. She clearly wasn't cut out for drinking. Thankfully, it was Saturday-no work. She had lunch with Leo, then went straight back to bed for round two of her nap. Aaron, on the other hand, had to work overtime. That night, he also had to attend a formal dinner hosted by the Bar Association. Originally, Derek was supposed to go. But given the guy's wrecked emotional state, Aaron had no choice but to step in himself. He arrived just on time.

The banquet hall was already packed-shoulder to shoulder, not a single empty seat in sight. This kind of industry event wasn't for fun. It was all about networking, and most of the faces were familiar. Aaron made his rounds-chatted with a few ---- judges, exchanged updates with the higher-ups, maintained the usual connections. He normally didn't drink at these things, but tonight he'd brought along a fellow lawyer from the firm-a guy with a silver tongue and an iron liver. Aaron watched him charm the crowd effortlessly and decided: yeah, this guy's got potential to be the firm's public face.

Aaron planned to slip out after thirty minutes. He was just about to text Matt to pull the car around when a familiar voice stopped him. "Aaron, I didn't expect to see you here." He looked up-it was Ariella. She was dressed to kill in a strapless rose-red gown that hugged every curve. Her hair and makeup were flawless, and her platinum jewelry sparkled under the lights. Glamorous didn't even begin to cover it. She looked like a completely different woman from the buttoned-up professional he'd seen at Serenique just a few days ago.