The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 285

Bailey stared for a solid three seconds, her voice full of disbelief. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah.”

“But why?”

He still couldn’t wrap her head around it. Just at lunch, Reese had been adamant it would never happen. How did she change her mind in just a few hours?

“Robbie’s sick.” The sunlight was bright, almost blinding. Reese lifted a hand to block it. “Both he and Sebastian have a genetic condition. They need stem cell treatment. You can look it up if you want.

“I said yes to their request. I’ll have another baby.”

“You’re not messing with me, are you?” Bailey’s voice was shaking with excitement. He was practically out of breath.

If this was real, it was huge. Even the universe seemed to be on the Meyer family’s side.

“Of course I’m serious.” Reese let out a cold laugh. “But I have conditions. As soon as I’m pregnant, you transfer all the shares my mom left me—right away.

“If you try to stall or secretly move the shares, I’ll end the pregnancy.

“And if that happens, not only will you lose the Ratcliff family’s support, I’ll make sure they think it was your idea. Think about it.”

Silence hung on the line. Bailey was clearly weighing his options.

He knew Reese wasn’t bluffing. If Reese got pushed too far, she’d absolutely go through with it.

Besides, once Reese was pregnant with Sebastian’s child, the Meyer and Ratcliff families would be tied together for good. Getting the shares back later would be easy.

“Alright. As soon as you’re pregnant, I’ll have the lawyers get the paperwork ready and call a shareholders’ meeting.”

As soon as he hung up, Bailey called Hank right away, unable to hide the glee in her voice. “Hank, Reese agreed! She’s going to have another baby with Sebastian!”

“That quick?” Bailey’s eyes lit up. “Let’s set it for tomorrow. Perfect. We’ll handle Blade, then check in on Reese. Who knows, maybe we’ll get a double win.”

After the call, Bailey leaned back in her chair, a smug smile spreading across her face.

Meanwhile, over at BlackOak.

Alan was at his desk working through a stack of files when his phone rang.

He checked the screen: Mr. Marsh, Vista Tech’s point of contact.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Alan.” Mr. Marsh’s tone was formal and polite. “We’ve discussed the timing and were hoping Blade’s rep could meet tomorrow at ten. Would that work?”

Alan thought about what Matthew had just said, and about Reese’s plan. “That’s fine. We’ll see you at ten tomorrow in the BlackOak conference room.”