Super CEO Daddy

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.

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

it's been finalized.

“That's a relief to

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

invited a few doctors over. He said they're the most authoritative doctors in this

on the couch, feeling

time you see him,

Lucy chuckled. “He... won't.”

a while longer before ending

She zapped between the channels absentmindedly. There have been no good shows

his

the study with a phone in her hand. “Mr. Surrington... Mr. Surrington... it's

mellow voice

a glance at the young girl. “Who's calling? Why are you so

paused and pondered for a

asked me to pay

phone and

have some time to spare today? I would like

voice was deep and tinged with admiration as he replied, “I do have time, Old Mr. Ashton. My eyes have