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.

I will bring them to you when I

but it's been finalized. The surgery will be done

“That's a relief to hear. After all, it's

the surgery was happening, and she knew Melanie

few doctors over. He said they're the most authoritative doctors in this area. The chance of

feeling utterly

a conscience. The next time you see

Lucy chuckled. “He... won't.”

two chattered for a while longer before ending

zapped between the channels

was in his study at Dragonhill

study with a phone in

voice

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

and pondered for

pay special attention to last time—Old

the phone and

do you have some time to spare today? I would

do have time, Old Mr. Ashton. My eyes