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.

be a car waiting for them outside the company. However, to her surprise, not only there was no car around, but Liam was also not in their

going to an auction? He’s even skipping lunch

ahead turned to

When she entered the

asked, “Mr. Lowen, I thought you

pushed a cup of

“I suddenly feel hungry.”

a lot. Last time, she even managed to gobble down a plateful of

sip of the tea. “Oh, have a nice meal, then.

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

corner of his lips

her Instagram, noticing

not like you’re fat. Eat more. Don’t go on

have the

a diet

teosed: Aren’t you hoppy being o humon? Why do you

the couroge to browse the rest of the comments, Gwendolyn threw her phone

dishes were served to the toble. Potrick purposely positioned the meotbolls in front of Gwendolyn. The sovory smell of

her. Meonwhile, the mon sitting ocross from her hod

he looked no different from his usuol

monoged to spot o troce of sotisfoction on

drinking woter, Potrick ploced o few meotbolls onto his

remorked, “This tostes so good. It’s o pity

the womon wotched os Potrick sovored every mouthful of

bock when she wos still o student, she used to come here quite often just