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

---- Sierra teased. "No girlfriend? Then why do you even need money? Go easy on us, and next year the three of us will find you a girlfriend." "Really? Then I'll lose gladly!" Tristan laughed heartily. Scarlett nodded. "Of course it's true." Austin couldn't hold back. "You matchmakers are full of it!" Sierra smacked him playfully. "Which side are you on?" "Sorry, bro, can't help you-I fear the wife," Austin admitted helplessly. After a few rounds, Clara had lost. "I'm done. I'm terrible at this. Aaron, you take my place!" Derek, riding a winning streak, wasn't pleased. "Mrs.

Devereaux, can't you let us win some money? We work our butts off all year!" Sierra pleaded, "Don't leave! Let's play two more rounds. I'll start with a small goal-winning a private jet." Tristan joined in. "Exactly! Mrs. Devereaux, you're basically giving us a bonus!" Aaron frowned. "You're bullying my wife in front of me? Good. I'll make sure you guys lose everything, even your underwear." ---- Derek's competitive streak flared. "Who's afraid? Let's go! Each chip equals one piece of clothing. Lose that many chips, lose that many items! Dare to play?" Tristan jumped in first.

"If it's to see Derek in his underwear, I'm in!" Aaron didn't waste words. He swapped Clara in and started dealing tiles. Austin grinned as he sat down. "I'm not scared! I'm wearing a lot tonight. Can't be that unlucky!" And so, the Underwear Defense Game officially began. Scarlett sat next to Derek. "Come on! Don't lose your underwear!" Derek patted her hand. "Relax. When I was a baby, my grandpa held me while playing mahjong. Beating these three is easy. Wait and watch their strip show!" Tristan protested. "I beat you last time with just 10% effort.

Forgot that?" Derek whispered to him, "Aren't you curious what color Aaron's underwear is? Let's team up!" Clara wasn't worried. Aaron's room was nearby. Even if he lost, he'd be back in a few steps. The others had to take the elevator and walk the hallway to the top floor. After two rounds, some men stayed calm, some broke ---- into a sweat. Men really never grow up-they were all so childish! The three women watched the chaos, thoroughly entertained. Austin called it. "Nope, that's the limit. Upper body can go bare, but keep some pants on! It's freezing outside." Tristan counted his clothes.

Fine, he could keep going. "Fear nothing! Strip away! The hotel has heating!" Derek, winning the most, boasted loudly. "No! Two more rounds! My New Year's wish is to see Aaron's strip show! Everyone, bet on what color his underwear is!" Aaron had lost quite a few rounds but stayed completely calm, twirling Clara's finger with one hand and playing tiles with the other. "Is that all you've got? Derek will definitely lose his underwear today!" Amid the laughter and chaos, the two rounds flew by. The three men looked utterly defeated. Aaron pushed the winning chips onto the table.

"Alright, everyone strip!" Austin counted his losses-only nine chips. Phone, jacket, sweater, belt, shirt, both shoes, both socks. He wiped his sweaty palms. "Phew! Kept my pants! Not embarrassing." ---- Derek didn't dare count. He had lost far too much and begged, "Boss, show mercy. With all these people here, do I really have to strip?" "Afraid? Don't let your ego get in the way," Sierra said, filming with her phone. Tristan protested. "Please! Strip, sure, but no evidence!" Derek turned to Clara for mercy. "Next year, I'll do anything for you!

Clara, please, tell Aaron to let me off this time!"