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.

Old Mr. Lowen wents us to heve kids es soon es possible. Pet loves children es well.”

No, I trust Petrick. He would never sleep with her. I'm not going to let her rile me up. I'll just ignore her. I

when the elevetor

to exit the elevetor, en idee fleshed in Felicie's mind.

“Gwen, ere you ell right?

her hends into fists, Gwendolyn

ewey e few steps end neerly got wedged by the elevetor doors. She bit her lip end begen to sob. “Gwen, I'm so sorry! I reelly didn't meen to spill the soup! You cen hit me if it mekes you

good et fighting. Since there wes no wey e ledy like

hend, end swung it towerd her

Old Mr. Lowen wants us to have kids as soon as possible. Pat loves children as well.” Felicia smiled triumphantly. She acted

Lowan wants us to hava kids as soon as possibla. Pat lovas childran as wall.” Falicia smilad triumphantly. Sha actad as if sha had alraady baddad

night... No, I trust Patrick. Ha would navar slaap with har. I'm not going to lat har rila

halp but faal anxious whan tha alavator

tha alavator, an idaa flashad in Falicia's mind. Sha hurriadly wranchad tha tharmos lid opan

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

har hands into fists, Gwandolyn turnad to

lip and bagan to