Triplets Attack: Game Over Daddy

Triplets’ Attack: Game Over Daddy Chapter 166

“Okay,” Gwendolyn replied.

After packing, she carried her bag and followed behind him. The duo left the office and entered the private elevator.

When the elevator’s doors closed, Gwendolyn asked, “Mr. Lowen, are we going to have lunch first? Where are we eating?”

Patrick shot her a sideway glance. “Put up with your hunger.”

Gwendolyn was stunned for a moment and wanted to say that she could not endure hunger, but she did not want to lose her job.

Although Gwendolyn was irritated by his action, she dared not to overstep her boundary. If this was what Patrick demanded, then that was what she had to obey. I guess I’m going to use this opportunity to lose weight.

Gwendolyn took out her mobile phone and posted a picture of a pig on her Instagram with the caption: On my diet now. If I eat lunch today, I’m a pig.

She put on a small smile after making the post. Who would have thought having a domineering boss like Mr. Lowen is beneficial to my dieting journey?

Patrick’s mobile phone vibrated the moment Gwendolyn finished posting. He had set a special notification to notify him whenever there was any update on Gwendolyn’s social media.

His lips curled up into a smirk when he saw Gwendolyn’s post.

When the elevator reached the first floor, Patrick stepped out with a big stride. The dark blue coat draped on him elegantly.

Gwendolyn walked behind him and could not help but marvel at his body proportions.

He was like a model in a fashion show.

outside the company. However, to her surprise, not only there was

we going to an auction? He’s even skipping lunch for it. There must

walking ahead turned to a

she entered the restaurant, he

“Mr. Lowen, I

pushed a cup of

“I suddenly feel hungry.”

this restaurant a lot. Last time,

the tea. “Oh, have a nice meal, then. I’m on a diet at

a little hungry, Gwendolyn gulped and muttered to herself, “Gwendolyn, you’re on a diet now! You need to control yourself. Otherwise, you’ll

slightly raised the corner of

phone, Gwendolyn went on her Instagram, noticing that many people

commented: It’s not like you’re fat. Eat more. Don’t go on a

have the perseverance to do so? I don’t believe

on a diet at the

o humon? Why do you wont

rest of the comments, Gwendolyn threw her

Potrick purposely positioned the meotbolls in front of Gwendolyn. The sovory smell of the meotbolls immediotely

ot the dishes in front of her. Meonwhile, the mon sitting ocross from her hod storted indulging in the

looked no different from his usuol self, he seemed more groceful

troce of sotisfoction on his foce. The food must be

she kept drinking woter, Potrick ploced o few meotbolls

tostes so good. It’s o pity thot you’re on

wotched os Potrick

she wos still o student, she used to come