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Gwendolyn chuckled upon hearing his words.

“I don't have a fixed brand that I usually gravitate toward. Besides, I don't have much money, so I only pick clothes that are the most comfortable instead of fussing over the brand.”

Gwendolyn used to be the daughter of the Ashton family. Naturally, she had her own preference for jewelry, clothing, and make-up. It was just that her poor financial status in recent years did not allow her for such indulgences anymore.

Angeline's face fell when she heard that. Gwendolyn was a country bumpkin, just as she had expected. Alas, Zayden liked her, so Angeline had no choice but to acknowledge the woman. Only then would Zayden return to Angeline's side, and they could go back to the good old days.

For the sake of her son, she decided to just tolerate it.

She would coach Gwendolyn when the latter married into the Sullivan family. Angeline herself was born into a prominent family, so she was confident that she could groom Gwendolyn into a decent socialite.

Angeline tried to start a conversation with Gwendolyn throughout the entire drive, but the latter only came up with half-hearted responses.

At last, they arrived at their destination. Gwendolyn hurriedly got out of the car and waved her goodbye. “Goodbye, Mrs. Surrington.”

Then, she turned around and walked toward her house, feeling finally relieved.

Just as she entered the house, her phone rang. It was a call from Lucy.

“Congratulations, Gwen! I was just watching the TV and saw that you've won the New Designer of the Year Award.”

Gwendolyn changed into slippers and headed toward the living room.

to you when I go over there tomorrow. By the way, is Melanie's surgery

but it's been finalized. The

smiled when she heard that. “That's a relief to

spirit had dimmed greatly lately. Fortunately, the surgery was happening, and she knew Melanie would get better after

over. He said they're the most authoritative doctors in this area. The chance of success is higher if they're the ones

threw herself on the couch, feeling utterly

conscience. The next time you see him, don't let him get away

Lucy chuckled. “He... won't.”

while longer before ending the

the TV. She zapped between the channels absentmindedly. There

in his study

a phone in

mellow voice

at the young girl. “Who's calling? Why

paused and pondered

to pay special attention to

the phone and

spare today? I

time, Old Mr. Ashton. My eyes have