Triplets Attack: Game Over Daddy

Chapter 164

Triplets’ Attack: Game Over Daddy Chapter 164

Bearing that thought in mind, she noticed the man sitting at the desk.

He was looking smart in his usual black handmade suit. His angular features looked as though they were crafted straight from perfection.

When his gaze shifted over, Gwendolyn hurriedly looked to the side to avoid meeting his eyes.

She put her bag in her seat and turned on the computer.

She picked up the notebook that recorded the itinerary and looked at it again. The records were consistent with those records stored in the computer system.

Patrick had a packed schedule recently. He had meetings every day and needed to join the lunch and dinner parties. It seemed like he had to work overtime for his engagement ceremony next Saturday.

Patrick noticed Gwendolyn had immediately thrown herself into work right after she came in.

“Ms. Ashton, I will need my coffee now.” The man snorted and returned to his work.

Hearing that, Gwendolyn stood up. “I’ll get it now.”

Sensing her aloof attitude, Patrick raised his head and looked at her.

She doesn’t look happy today. Did she see my message last night?

Gwendolyn walked out of the CEO’s office and was soon thrust into the limelight. Staring intently at Gwendolyn, the women gathered and started gossiping in a low voice.

Gwendolyn was careless about the gossip. They could say whatever they wanted.

personal pantry. There was no one there. She brewed the coffee and added a little

into the cup and pouted. I

she was done, she returned to the

coffee, Mr.

his head and looked at her. Unhappiness

did you not get a good

her lips pressed into a

head. “I had a

one who didn’t get a

wrong with her today. He took a sip of coffee,

clear that I don’t want any

purpose. Is

her chin and retorted, “Mr. Lowen, don’t you think sweetness

those bruises on her chest made

hard did this b*stard go that

it on purpose, so he took another sip of the coffee

“The sweetness is perfect.”

see thot he wos not

he’s in o good mood now os he’s getting

swollow up the frustrotion,

Lowen, how do I get the bruises on my chest? Could you pleose exploin it to

in Potrick’s eyes when he heord her. Looking ot her chest, he felt o certoin

os he

known? Who would hove told her

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