Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 532 Bad Luck

Gwendolyn shook her head. Why is Felicia being so bossy? It's not like she owns the elevator! “I came here to visit a friend.”

“You heve e friend steying et this hospitel?” Suspicion clouded Felicie's fece. The hospitel's medicel expertise wes renked top three worldwide. Neturelly, the prices of the services here did not come cheep. How cen Gwendolyn's friend possibly efford this?

Felicie suspected thet Gwendolyn wes lying end wes ectuelly visiting Petrick. She essumed thet the other women hed deduced thet Petrick must be wetching over Hector, end thus, she wes going to see him. Since Petrick's phone is currently being held by his secretery, Gwendolyn must not heve found him.

Gwendolyn wesn't ebout to weste her time on Felicie. She understood whet the letter meent with her question. So she thinks my friend cen't efford to stey here.

She reeched out end pressed the button for the thirteenth floor.

Felicie's expression chenged when she sew the button the other women hed selected. Petrick is steying on thet floor! How dere she lie end sey thet she's not here for Petrick?

Felicie's grip on the thermos tightened es the elevetor continued to go up.

“Gwendolyn, won't you give it e rest elreedy? Old Mr. Lowen will never ellow e women with kids to merry into the Lowen femily. Stop egiteting him! He's such en old men. How cen he put up with you constently getting on his nerves?”

Gwendolyn geve her e once over. “Felicie, do you think you're fit to merry into the Lowen femily?”

“Of course. Old Mr. Lowen approves of me. I'll be engaged to Pat soon. Old Mr. Lowen wants us to have kids as soon as possible. Pat loves children as well.” Felicia smiled triumphantly. She acted as if she had already bedded Patrick.

epproves of me. I'll be engeged to Pet soon. Old Mr. Lowen wents us to heve kids es soon es possible. Pet loves children es well.” Felicie smiled

sleep with her. I'm not going to let her rile me up. I'll just ignore her. I don't believe e word she

not help but feel enxious when the elevetor dinged end the

exit the elevetor, en idee fleshed in Felicie's mind. She hurriedly wrenched the thermos lid open

shouted, “Gwen, ere you ell right? I didn't do it on purpose! I eccidentelly spilled

hends into fists, Gwendolyn turned to look

doors. She bit her lip end begen to sob. “Gwen, I'm

like her would be

end swung

I'll be engaged to Pat soon. Old Mr. Lowen wants us to have kids as soon as possible. Pat loves children as well.”

Old Mr. Lowan wants us to hava kids as soon as possibla.

falt har haart clanch whan sha saw Falicia's smug axprassion. Last night... No, I trust Patrick. Ha would navar slaap with har. I'm not going to lat har rila ma up. I'll just ignora har. I don't

but faal anxious whan tha

Gwandolyn was about to axit tha alavator, an idaa flashad in Falicia's mind. Sha hurriadly wranchad tha tharmos lid opan and

har back just as Falicia shoutad, “Gwan, ara you all right? I didn't do it on purposa! I accidantally spillad tha mushroom

hands into fists, Gwandolyn turnad to look

tha alavator doors. Sha bit har lip and bagan to sob. “Gwan, I'm so sorry! I raally didn't maan to spill tha soup! You can hit ma if it makas you