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

---- Chapter 150: Stirring Up Chaos After sending Clara off on her flight, Aaron went straight to the hospital to check on Tristan. Tristan had just finished his examination. "Nothing serious," the doctor said, scanning the results. "Your abrasions will heal gradually. Just avoid any intense activity for now." Tristan asked eagerly, "So... can I get discharged today?" The hospital stay had been grueling. The doctor shook his head. "Tomorrow. Since you fainted from oxygen deprivation, we need another day to monitor you. We'll run a blood test tomorrow, and if.

everything looks good, you can go home and rest." Aaron glanced at Tristan's hopeful face and chuckled. "Perfect timing. You'll be able to attend the grand opening of our Harbor Heights property the day after tomorrow." Tristan's excitement immediately vanished. "Aaron, you go instead! Everyone's talking about throwing me a little celebration for surviving this. I need a proper party for my discharge! I'll be back at work on Monday for sure." ---- "Fine," Aaron said with a smirk. Lowering expectations first made it easier to manipulate outcomes.

He had originally planned to give Tristan a two-week break. Back at the office, after the routine meeting, Aaron kept the marketing team behind. "Make the Harbor Heights opening ceremony unforgettable," he said, tossing the event schedule back onto the table. The marketing director gulped and quickly gathered the papers. "Sorry, Mr. Devereaux, I didn't plan this thoroughly. Recent online chatter has affected our reputation. We definitely need to use this event to properly promote the company." Aaron nodded.

"Do you have any suggestions?" The director ran through the plan in his head and thought carefully. "Maybe... invite a top-tier celebrity? That should attract enough attention." Aaron approved immediately. Celebrity power was the fastest, easiest way to grab attention. He tapped his long fingers on the desk and added, "The hottest one, and make sure their image is clean." "Yes, sir. We'll contact them right away and revise the plan for your approval," the director said and hurried off.

---- With such short notice, finding a top celebrity who was available and fit the company's image was no easy task. Aaron picked up his phone and opened the message Richard had sent a few hours ago. "Aaron, when are you free? I need to talk to you. Your uncle Liam said he received a lawyer's notice from your company. Is this necessary? We are family. Why can't we handle this privately?" Aaron's pupils narrowed sharply. His eyes gleamed with a dangerous light. So many lives had already been at risk, and Richard was making a fuss about a minor legal notice?

Clearly, his father had too much free time. It was time to stir up chaos. It was the perfect moment to send a little "gift" to his father and stepmother. Aaron opened his laptop, found Deborah's email, and sent her the incriminating footage involving Richard, an actress, and his assistant. At the same time, Harry Jackson in the VIP hospital room received a lawyer's notice and evidence that Deborah had transferred Ariella fifty thousand dollars. Only then did he realize he had been manipulated into doing something foolish by Ariella. Edenfield Group was rich and powerful.

Crushing him ---- would be as easy as crushing an ant. He had truly been blinded by lust. In the end, Ariella took the benefit, and he was left to face the consequences. Ariella had promised him that a single post pressuring Edenfield Group would earn him five million. Excited, he had even upgraded to a VIP hospital room. How much money had he thought he'd make that day? But Ariella had played him. No five million, only the risk of jail. Harry glared at Ariella, who sat at the foot of the bed, calm and composed.

Rage boiled over, and he lifted his uninjured leg, kicking her without hesitation. Ariella had no idea what was happening. She had no chance to react. The force sent her crashing into the metal frame of the bed before collapsing to the floor in pain. "You little bitch! Using me as a pawn?" Harry roared, his face twisted with anger. Years of construction work had left him with brute strength. Even with one injured leg, he could easily overpower a defenseless woman. Ariella lay on the floor, her back and abdomen