And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 49

Gwendolyn stood in front of her locker, stuffing her belongings inside. A group of pretty girls approached with clear ill intent.

Turning to face them, Gwendolyn asked coolly, “Can I help you with something?”

“Oh, you brought a lunch box? Let’s see what gourmet delights you’ve got there,” one of the girls, Polly Smith, snatched the box from Gwendolyn’s hands and clumsily dropped it on the

floor.

“Oops, my bad. I just couldn’t hold it right.” Polly said with a malicious grin.

Gwendolyn’s lips pressed tightly together as she watched the meal that Marina had carefully prepared get ruined, anger welling up inside her.

“Getting mad, huh? Country bumpkins are always so sensitive,” Polly said with a mocking sweetness, fanning the air with her hand and asking. “Do you guys smell that? It’s like fox stench.”

“It’s pungent.”

“Gwendolyn, it’s coming from you, isn’t it? Let’s help you out.”

They laughed as they grabbed a bottle of hand sanitizer and started spraying Gwendolyn, mocking her all the while.

reek not just of smell, but of that country air too.”

don’t dodge

crossed, watching the drama unfold. The girls‘ direct malice was fully

and jabbed at them, causing them to yelp. She then snatched the sanitizer and sprayed them back furiously, her pretty face set in a cold determination, “You didn’t brush your teeth this morning, and I’m just helping you freshen up.” “How dare you! I’m going

the sanitizer aside. Mamie approached, feigning concern, “Gwendolyn, you alright? They really went too far.” “Mamie.” Gwendolyn looked at her, “Drop the act. I can

let out a scoff, “Well, I just stirred them up a bit, and who knew they’d be so

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a broom and swept the scattered

uncle is? It’s Mack, the guy in charge of the interns. You’ve crossed her, and now

Gwendolyn’s voice was cold, her eyes distant and icy. She changed back into her coat, fixed

she wasn’t about to let it go. She pulled out her designer phone and dialed Scott,

she planned to destroy

slightly portly Mack, wearing round glasses, looked at the exceptionally pretty girl before

“Gwendolyn, right?”

stood up

don’t have room for more interns at the moment. so you’ll start as an assistant. You’ll be mainly

assistant was essentially a gofer, akin to an

and exhausting work would be hers