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

---- Chapter 110: Friendship Over! Clara laughed so hard her stomach ached. Seeing that it was getting late, she tugged on Aaron's hand. "Alright, let's call it a night." Aaron's lips curved into a sly smile. "Fine. For your sake." The three men let out a collective sigh of relief. But Aaron wasn't done. "Actually... for Clara's sake, Tristan, clear the staff out and shut down the cameras." Looks like the three guys still weren't off the hook. Everyone burst into laughter. Tristan quickly called, sending the staff away and turning off the hallway and elevator cameras.

Finally, no one would have to suffer public humiliation. Austin went first, ending up in just long pants. Broad shoulders, narrow waist and hips-not bad at all! Scarlett winked at Sierra, silently signaling her approval. Then it was Tristan's turn. He had lost twelve chips, meaning he had to surrender his jacket, shirt, phone, two shoes, two socks, lighter, belt, and watch-but he was still short two items. ---- "God, why me? Do I really have to take my pants off? Can I just hand you guys some cash?" Tristan groaned. "No way!" everyone shouted in unison. Sierra whistled. "Not bad!

Just pretend you're at the pool." Resigned, Tristan finally pulled down his pants. Everyone laughed even harder, almost falling over. His underwear had a pattern-Superman! Clara laughed so hard she could barely breathe. "Leo doesn't even wear that pattern anymore! How old are you, Tristan?!" Sierra crouched on the floor, clutching her stomach. "Absolutely hilarious." Austin chuckled. "Stop distracting him! There's still one more thing to lose!" Tristan, now in nothing but briefs, groaned. "Where's my cigarette? Who took it?" Derek grinned, fishing a cigarette from his pocket.

"Oops, I thought I'd keep it safe for you." Tristan ground his teeth. "You jerk!" Just as despair set in, he remembered a dry napkin in his jacket pocket. That counted as one item, meaning ---- he didn't have to strip any further. Finally, it was Derek's turn. He had lost a full twenty-five chips! No way could he dig up that many things on his body. He clutched his collar, looking pitiful. "You guys are ruthless! I really don't want to do this!" Everyone laughed at his theatrics. Derek threw up his hands.

"Fine, I'll sing a little song for mercy, okay?" Even though the room was warm, just wearing briefs made Tristan shiver. "Stop stalling!" he snapped. He had already stripped and wasn't about to miss his chance at revenge. Seeing no way out, Derek reluctantly began stripping. Each item took several minutes-jacket, shirt, pants, two shoes, two socks, phone, watch, ring, belt. Luckily, Tristan's pack of cigarettes with eight sticks and its case counted. But he still needed five more items. Everyone, except Scarlett, crossed their arms, watching him fumble and panic.

Derek glanced around, pointing dramatically at everyone. "How could you do this to me? You are not my friends anymore?! Friendship over!" He ran to the door in mock indignation.