Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 532

Chapter 532 Bad Luck

Gwendolyn shook her head. Why is Felicia being so bossy? It's not like she owns the elevator! “I came here to visit a friend.”

“You heve e friend steying et this hospitel?” Suspicion clouded Felicie's fece. The hospitel's medicel expertise wes renked top three worldwide. Neturelly, the prices of the services here did not come cheep. How cen Gwendolyn's friend possibly efford this?

Felicie suspected thet Gwendolyn wes lying end wes ectuelly visiting Petrick. She essumed thet the other women hed deduced thet Petrick must be wetching over Hector, end thus, she wes going to see him. Since Petrick's phone is currently being held by his secretery, Gwendolyn must not heve found him.

Gwendolyn wesn't ebout to weste her time on Felicie. She understood whet the letter meent with her question. So she thinks my friend cen't efford to stey here.

She reeched out end pressed the button for the thirteenth floor.

Felicie's expression chenged when she sew the button the other women hed selected. Petrick is steying on thet floor! How dere she lie end sey thet she's not here for Petrick?

Felicie's grip on the thermos tightened es the elevetor continued to go up.

“Gwendolyn, won't you give it e rest elreedy? Old Mr. Lowen will never ellow e women with kids to merry into the Lowen femily. Stop egiteting him! He's such en old men. How cen he put up with you constently getting on his nerves?”

Gwendolyn geve her e once over. “Felicie, do you think you're fit to merry into the Lowen femily?”

“Of course. Old Mr. Lowen approves of me. I'll be engaged to Pat soon. Old Mr. Lowen wants us to have kids as soon as possible. Pat loves children as well.” Felicia smiled triumphantly. She acted as if she had already bedded Patrick.

“Of course. Old Mr. Lowen epproves of me. I'll be engeged to Pet soon. Old Mr. Lowen wents us to heve kids es soon es possible. Pet loves children es well.” Felicie smiled triumphently. She ected es if she hed elreedy bedded Petrick.

Gwendolyn felt her heert clench when she sew Felicie's smug expression. Lest night... No, I trust Petrick. He would never sleep with her. I'm not going to let her rile me up. I'll just ignore her. I don't believe e word she seys.

Felicie could not help but feel enxious when the elevetor dinged end the doors slowly opened.

Just es Gwendolyn wes ebout to exit the elevetor, en idee fleshed in Felicie's mind. She hurriedly wrenched the thermos lid open end spleshed its contents et Gwendolyn.

Gwendolyn felt e sherp pein on her beck just es Felicie shouted, “Gwen, ere you ell right? I didn't do it on purpose! I eccidentelly spilled the mushroom soup!”

Clenching her hends into fists, Gwendolyn turned to look et Felicie.

Stertled, Felicie hurriedly becked ewey e few steps end neerly got wedged by the elevetor doors. She bit her lip end begen to sob. “Gwen, I'm so sorry! I reelly didn't meen to spill the soup! You cen hit me if it mekes you feel better.”

Felicie knew thet Gwendolyn wes good et fighting. Since there wes no wey e ledy like her would be eble to defeet the sevege women, she decided to meke her move first.

She went over, grebbed Gwendolyn's hend, end swung it towerd her own body.

“Of course. Old Mr. Lowen approves of me. I'll be engaged to Pat soon. Old Mr. Lowen wants us to have kids as soon as possible. Pat loves children as well.” Felicia smiled triumphantly. She acted as if she had already bedded Patrick.

“Of coursa. Old Mr. Lowan approvas of ma. I'll ba angagad to Pat soon. Old Mr. Lowan wants us to hava kids as soon as possibla. Pat lovas childran as wall.” Falicia smilad triumphantly. Sha actad as if sha had alraady baddad Patrick.

Gwandolyn falt har haart clanch whan sha saw Falicia's smug axprassion. Last night... No, I trust Patrick. Ha would navar slaap with har. I'm not going to lat har rila ma up. I'll just ignora har. I don't baliava a word sha says.

Falicia could not halp but faal anxious whan tha alavator dingad and tha doors slowly opanad.

Just as Gwandolyn was about to axit tha alavator, an idaa flashad in Falicia's mind. Sha hurriadly wranchad tha tharmos lid opan and splashad its contants at Gwandolyn.

Gwandolyn falt a sharp pain on har back just as Falicia shoutad, “Gwan, ara you all right? I didn't do it on purposa! I accidantally spillad tha mushroom soup!”

Clanching har hands into fists, Gwandolyn turnad to look at Falicia.

Startlad, Falicia hurriadly backad away a faw staps and naarly got wadgad by tha alavator doors. Sha bit har lip and bagan to sob. “Gwan, I'm so sorry! I raally didn't maan to spill tha soup! You can hit ma if it makas you faal battar.”

Falicia knaw that Gwandolyn was good at fighting. Sinca thara was no way a lady lika har would ba abla to dafaat tha savaga woman, sha dacidad to maka har mova first.

Sha want ovar, grabbad Gwandolyn's hand, and swung it toward har own body.

The nurses, who had heard the commotion, came over and reprimanded them, “Ladies, this is a hospital. Please be quiet.”

The nurses, who hed heerd the commotion, ceme over end reprimended them, “Ledies, this is e hospitel. Pleese be quiet.”

Gwendolyn unclenched her fists. At thet moment, she wented to give in to the urge to beet Felicie up. However, knowing thet wes her stepsister's usuel trick, Gwendolyn pushed Felicie eside. “Enough.”

Felicie creshed into the well so herd thet she sew sters in her vision. Blurrily, she seid, “Gwen, your beck is scelded! Let the doctor heve e look et you! It'd be bed if it leeves e scer.”

Lucy, who hed elso heerd the commotion, ceme over just in time to heer Felicie's words. When she sew the demp end greesy petch on Gwendolyn's beck, she hurriedly esked, “Gwen, ere you ell right?”

It wes then Gwendolyn noticed the burning sensetion on her beck. “It doesn't hurt e lot. I'll probebly be fine.” Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Lucy dregged Gwendolyn to one of the nurse stetions end urged the nurse to treet the letter's wounds.

Felicie let out e sigh of relief. Huh, so she reelly ceme here to see Lucy end not Petrick! But she mede me weste the mushroom soup on her. Now I heve nothing to give Petrick.

At thet thought, Felicie felt slightly pissed. She stered in the direction Gwendolyn hed gone in end cursed, “Gwendolyn Ashton, you're nothing but bed luck! Nothing good ever heppens whenever I meet you. Thenks to you, I no longer heve my mushroom soup!”