Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 437

Gwendolyn and Tiffany arrived in Willowbank, Frosa. Willowbank was a fashion capital as well as heaven for all fashionistas.

After checking into the hotel, Gwendolyn stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the ocean view outside. The weather then was already scorching, and the scenery was breathtaking.

Right then, her phone rang.

“Tiffany.” Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

It was a call from Tiffany. She was staying in the room next door.

“Gwen, take a rest for now. We'll go out to have our meal at six o'clock later. I'm bringing you to meet a friend of mine. Preen yourself and wear formal clothes.”

Gwendolyn could tell the dinner that night would be more of a formal occasion.

Okay, Tiffany.”

After hanging up the phone, Gwendolyn took a shower before taking a nap.

At six o'clock in the evening, Tiffany knocked on her door.

“Gwen.”

Gwendolyn had already changed into a light purple strapless fishtail gown. She tied her hair into a bun and wore a pair of amethyst earrings. Hanging around her neck was the necklace, Starry Tears.

She lifted her hand and touched it. This necklace looks good with any outfit. It's not too striking, nor is it unnoticeable.

She was genuinely impressed by the abilities of the people in the olden times to create such a piece of exquisite jewelry.

Gwendolyn was reminded of Patrick, and at the thought of him, she automatically thought about Felicia. She couldn't help but let out a sigh. Is there still hope for Patrick and me to be together?

Gwendolyn had lost the confidence she used to have. At that moment, she was starting to feel lost.

After all, his grandfather was adamant in his stance. On the other hand, her grandfather also insisted on wanting her to marry Zayden. I'm caught between a rock and a hard place. This is such a difficult decision to make.

Amidst her daze, the sound of someone knocking on the door reverberated beside her ears again. She quickly pulled herself together, picked up her handbag, and left the room.

Standing at the doorway, Tiffany, wearing a black evening gown, emitted an air of elegance.

Next to her was her assistant, Linette Ramos. Linette chirped, “Ms. Ashton, you look gorgeous today!”

Gwendolyn grinned. “Thank you, but Tiffany is the most beautiful one here.”

Tiffany was dressed in vintage clothing. Gwendolyn had seen that outfit in Tiffany's walk-in closet previously. Tiffany had specially hung the gown in a display wardrobe. She told Gwendolyn the dress was created by a famous designer of the last century and was worn by Frosa's queen.

The trio took a car to a manor in the suburbs. When the vehicle drove slowly through the gates, Gwendolyn noticed a flower field in the vicinity. Fresh flowers that bloomed during the season spread across the plot of land.

She rolled down the window and took a deep breath, catching a whiff of the floral fragrance.

Linette couldn't help but exclaim, “Wow! This is an old castle. Are we having our dinner here?”

There were many ancient castles in Willowbank. Linette and Gwendolyn even planned to visit the castles the next day initially. Unexpectedly, their wish was realized that night.

Tiffany uttered flatly, “This is my friend's place. She bought the castle for her own stay. You two can explore the place to your heart's content later.”

Gwendolyn widened her sparkling eyes. That person must be incredibly wealthy! Needless to say, she must be a prominent figure since she's Tiffany's friend.

When the car pulled up in the parking lot outside the castle, someone wearing a housekeeper's uniform opened the car door for them.

After Tiffany exited the vehicle, she embraced a woman with an exceptional temperament, who was dressed in a maroon vintage dress.

Gwendolyn and Linette, standing nearby, felt an inexplicable hint of an oppressive vibe from the woman when they took in that scene.

Subsequently, Tiffany summoned Gwendolyn. “Come over here, Gwen.”

Gwendolyn walked over and greeted the woman, “Hello, my lady.”

The woman wore a thin black veil, so her facial features were indiscernible. Nevertheless, her distinguished and graceful presence was profound.

She slightly narrowed her eyes at Gwendolyn before shifting her gaze onto Tiffany.

Tiffany grinned while placing an arm around Gwendolyn. “She's my apprentice, Gwendolyn Ashton.”