Chapter 677

Mars kicked back a chair, plopped down, and shot a glare at Ishara. "Spill it."

Ishara made sure the door was shut tight, then walked up to Mars. She put a hand on her stomach and said, "Mr. Martin, everyone thinks I had a fling with Lawrence and got knocked up. Yeah, this kid's Lawrence's, but it ain't mine."

Mars raised an eyebrow, looking puzzled for a sec.

When it clicked, his eyes went wide. "What the hell do you mean? It's his kid but not yours? That's nuts!"

"This is Winnie's kid." Ishara's lips curled into a cold smile. "It's Lawrence and Winnie's baby!"

Mars took a deep breath, then burst out laughing. "No way! That's wild. Ishara, you're something else. How'd you pull that off?"

Ishara rubbed her flat stomach, trying to hide her fear from his intense gaze. "Mr. Martin, I've got a lab and have been dabbling in some weird stuff. My lab's got some top-notch experts in shady surgeries. We transplanted the embryo from Winnie's womb."

"Damn." Mars lit a cigarette, squinting as he processed this new info. He was starting to see just how twisted Ishara could be.

'What kind of messed-up woman steals someone else's baby, even an embryo? Winnie and Lawrence are in for it,' he thought.

He sneered, eyes cold. "That's one hell of a story, but how do I know you're not full of it? Transplanting an embryo? Even I know that sounds like sci-fi."

"Just 'cause you haven't heard of it doesn't mean it ain't real," Ishara shot back.

"How can you prove this kid's Winnie's?" Mars demanded.

Ishara had seen this coming and had already cooked up a plan with Eleanor.

"I just need to get an amniocentesis at the hospital to prove it." Ishara smirked. "But once I do, Mr. Martin, will you think about marrying me?"

"Marry you? Why? 'Cause you told me this secret? I could just go tell Lawrence. Then you'd be screwed." Mars sneered, not buying it.

Ishara raised an eyebrow, staying cool. "Lawrence is too busy to mess with me right now. Besides, if I'm telling you this, I'm not scared you'll blab to Lawrence or Winnie. 'Cause you won't. You want Lawrence gone, so why help him? And telling Winnie is the same as telling Lawrence."

Mars stood up, face blank. "I'm not interested in raising Lawrence's kid. Why are you keeping it?"

"I want this kid to be your weapon someday!" Ishara said, trying to win him over.

After Winnie kicked her out of the Blanchet family, Ishara wanted to ditch this troublesome kid. But Eleanor convinced her the kid could be useful, a bargaining chip to get Mars's help.

So, Ishara came here.

"Oh, my weapon?" Mars chuckled. "You think I'd go for a deal that doesn't benefit me?"

"Mr. Martin, you will." Ishara lifted her chin, eyes locked on him. "You've made Lawrence's life hell, but you know he's a tough nut to crack. You still worry he might bounce back. As long as he's breathing, he's a threat. If you marry me and I pop out this kid in a few months, you'll have Lawrence's Achilles' heel. This is his and Winnie's flesh and blood. He loves Winnie so much that once he finds out, this kid will be your ultimate weapon. Raising it is just insurance. But to control this kid, you gotta marry me, give me status, and team up with me." Ishara finished in one go.

Gotta admit, her pitch was pretty tempting to Mars. The kid could be his ace in the hole down the line.

If Lawrence didn't love Winnie so much, he wouldn't have run off with her, tanking the Rodriguez Group.

Mars sneered. "You witch, you're so damn crafty. How did the Blanchet family end up with someone as twisted as you? No surprise, you're just like your messed-up dad. You're nothing compared to Winnie."

Ishara's face went pale at his mockery.

She knew that by getting close to Mars, she was teaming up with a snake. No matter how much she hated him, she had to suck it up. Only then could she claw her way back to the top and get her shot at taking down Winnie.

"Mr. Martin, have you made up your mind? This deal's a win for you." Ishara said.

Mars sneered, and after a few seconds, he lazily kicked the chair aside, standing up. "Show me a test result first!"

"Thank you, Mr. Martin. I'll head to the hospital right away." Watching Mars's back, Ishara clenched her fists, thinking she had nailed it and would rise again!

Meanwhile, when Hellen and Ronnie got to the room with a hundred-billion-dollar offer, it was already empty.

The tea on the table was untouched, with only one cup of hot coffee half-drunk. Beside it was a chewing gum wrapper.

Hellen picked up the wrapper, frowning. 'Who the hell eats kids' gum at a hundred-billion-dollar meeting?'

"Sorry, Mr. Peterson, the buyer's already left, but his people are still in touch with the auction manager," the cleaning staff said to Ronnie.

Ronnie signaled, and his assistant immediately went to track down the buyer.

Hellen's face was cold. "Ronnie, who dares to disrespect you like this? Flashing a hundred billion dollars to show off, you gotta find out who it is and deal with them!"

"No one in the country would dare pull this. Maybe it's someone from abroad?" Ronnie said, his face dark.

'No matter who it is, after my warning, to still publicly disrespect me is a slap in the face. I just took over the Veridiania family, humiliating Bob big time. A hundred billion dollars, this person clearly wants Bob to make a comeback. The Rodriguez Estate is worth, what, fifty billion dollars tops. Who the hell is so blatantly trying to help the Rodriguez family?' he thought.

As Ronnie turned, he saw Bob hurrying over in his wheelchair. Clearly, he also wanted to find this mysterious buyer.

But when Bob ran into Ronnie and Hellen, his face twisted with disgust.