Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 13

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She turned and tried to leave. However, Patrick pulled her over and shoved her roughly into the car.

As Gwendolyn fell, her head knocked against the car seat. Her brows knitted together, and her face

scrunched up in pain. Bristling with anger, she glared fiercely at Patrick.

“Mr. Lowen, we aren't acquainted at all, so you shouldn't interfere in my affairs,” she remarked.

She felt that Patrick was being ridiculous. She was grateful to him for having saved her life, but she

sensed that he held her in disdain.

If he looks down on me, he doesn't need to save me. He could have left me alone. Why would he save

me and then treat me in such a way?

Patrick got into the car and instructed the chauffeur, “To...”

A sudden realization struck him. He did not know where Gwendolyn lived. He coldly asked, “Where do

you live? I'll give you a ride.”

Patrick completely ignored her earlier remark.

Gwendolyn slowly sat up, and a smirk appeared on her gorgeous face.

“Mr. Lowen, did you not understand me? I don't need a lift from you, I want you to let me get off the

car,” she replied.

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With that said, she made a move to get out of the car, but Patrick held onto her hand tightly and chided,

“Gwendolyn, please spare a thought for your daughter! She is such a cute girl, but here you are,

working in such a dangerous environment. If anything happens to you, what will become of her?”

At the mention of her kids, Gwendolyn got even more stirred up, and she snapped, “Yes, that's the kind

of person I am! Not only did I not attend university, I even got pregnant at eighteen years old! On top of

that, I'm such a failure as a mother that my kids have to suffer with me. In your eyes, I'm a mess, so

you look down on me... But I didn't beg for your help, so please don't lecture me anymore.”

She broke free of Patrick's grasp and flung open the car door, striding off toward Night City.

Patrick took out a cigarette and lit it up. Watching as she stormed away, he took a long whiff of his

cigarette.

He leaned back in his chair as he exhaled the smoke.

He did not know what had gotten into him. Whenever he saw Gwendolyn suffering, he felt a pang of

heartache and an inexplicable sense of wanting to help her. That was the case for this time and the

previous time.

He knitted his brows heavily at how she had accused him of looking down on her.

“Hmph!” He snorted and then ordered the chauffeur, “Head home.”

The chauffeur had his breath held. Though Patrick seemed a little domineering, that was the first time

he had brought a woman to his car. Gwendolyn was a stunner, albeit a little hot-tempered.

That woman is really gutsy to have yelled at Mr. Lowen like that. I've never seen anyone behaving like

so in front of him.

“Yes, Mr. Lowen,” he replied.

After Gwendolyn returned to Night City, she gathered her clothes, preparing to leave after changing.

Having caused such a scene that day, she knew that she could not stay in Night City any longer.

After changing, she took her bag and walked toward the dressing room.

Her good friend, Lucy Baker, approached her and hugged her tightly.

“Gwen, are you leaving already? It's still early, why don't you stay for a while more?” suggested Lucy.

She held a cigarette in her hand. Lucy had thick, shoulder-length wavy hair and wore a tight-fitting red

dress that accentuated her figure. Thick makeup completed her look, and she was the epitome of

seduction as she stood there taking a puff of her cigarette.

Gwendolyn asked, “What did the manager say? Am I fired?”

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Although she was the pillar of Night City, she was aware that they would not show her any mercy for

making a scene.

Lucy merely smiled and answered, “Go and have a look for yourself. But Gwen, when did you get

acquainted with those big shots?”

Gwendolyn knew that she would most likely be fired. She had also already mentally prepared herself

for a beating. In Night City, the unwritten rule was that the customers were always right and that their

words were the law. However, she offended one today. She was aware that she would not be let off

lightly.

A crowd had gathered at the entrance of the dressing room. All of them were the employees there.

Some of them were like Lucy and were in charge of selling liquor. For others, they were like

Gwendolyn, who was in charge of performing and dancing on stage.

Seeing that Gwendolyn had appeared, all of them called out to her, “Ms. Bunny.”

The manager sauntered over and draped an arm over Gwendolyn's shoulders.

“Ms. Bunny, remember to come back and visit us. Don't be a stranger! Your wage will be calculated

based on the days that you are at work. By the way, are you close to Mr. Lowen? Can you put in a

good word for us?” she asked.

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