Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 546

Chapter 546 Admiration Envy And Hatred

Zachariah could not resist another glance at Gwendolyn hearing those words.

Over her frequent visits to the Lowen residence, he thought she was rather charismatic and had a kind face.

It looks like she is actually kind-hearted too.

“It was Old Mr. Lowen who requested your presence in the car, Ms. Ashton. It should be all right.”

Only then did Gwendolyn nod and marched toward the parked car while Zachariah held the umbrella over her. “Thank you,” she said to Zachariah upon getting in.

“My pleasure, Ms. Ashton.”

Zachariah shut the door after her. He had formed a favorable impression of her character from how she was courteous even with a helper like him.

Unlike Felicia, who only shows respect to Old Mr. Lowen but gives all the helpers the cold shoulder, and even calls us derogatory names.

When Zachariah came at that thought, he mused to himself.

Why doesn't Old Mr. Lowen choose this one instead?

Zachariah was the younger brother of Kendrick Litt. Alongside Zachariah, Kendrick had served Hector until he passed away six years ago due to a fatal infection. Thus, only Zachariah was serving Hector now.

He sighed at the memory of his brother. He would have dared give Old Mr. Lowen a piece of his mind if he were here.

As he was not as close with Hector, he did not dare give his opinion regarding the Lowen family's private affairs.

Upon getting into the car, Gwendolyn nodded at Hector.

"Old Mr. Lowen.”

Hector inclined his head in reciprocation of her greeting. “Would you have the time to join me for coffee at the cafe ahead, Ms.

Ashton?”

"Sure,” Gwendolyn answered, in the gentle manner of a lady.

In spite of himself, Hector studied her more closely.

This girl is not at all like what the rumors suggest. Instead, she comes across as soft-spoken and magnanimous.

Though Gwendolyn did not have an easy life in the past few years, how Michael taught and nurtured her from young shaped her character.

The car ground to a halt before a cafe near the hospital. The driver and bodyguards opened the doors forthem.

Clad in a black suit, one of the bodyguards held an umbrella over her and ushered her into the cafe. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Hector was partial toward coffee, and he was friends with the owner of the establishment, Nate Yandel. Hence, the latter came out to welcome him upon his arrival.

"You seem awfully jovial today, Lowen! Coffee on a rainy day is a match made in heaven.”

An elderly man clad in a suit ushered him into a suite. Then, a barista entered and began brewing for them.

Gwendolyn sat beside Hector and listened to his conversation with the elderly owner of the cafe.

“Didn't you hand the place over to your grandson? What are you still doing here?”

The old man shook his head. “His wife has just had a baby, and he's at the hospital with them. As I don't have much to do, I came over to kill time.”

Hector's expression darkened imperceptibly at those words.

D*mn it, he could not be gloating anymore smugly.

“Here, Lowen. Let me show you my great-grandchild. It's a girl!

Look at how cute she is. She is all chubby.”

Hector glanced at the photo. Scowling, he commented stiffly, “She does look adorable and healthy. Congratulations.”

The owner laughed heartily. His gaze was tender with indulgence as he exited his gallery carefully. It was obvious he doted on his great-gra nddaughter.

“Well, when is your grandson going to give you a great grandchild?”

Since he only has one heir, Lowen must be hoping the boy would get married and have a few children. It's been years, and nothing has happened yet. My family has already had its fourth generation, and there's still no news on Lowen's side.

Hector's expression was frigid. “Soon. I will be holding one in my arms by next year.”

Then, he pointed outside. "Leave us. I have matters to discuss with this young lady.”

Nate led the barista out. Hector was so irritated that he slurped a sip of coffee noisily.

Nate, you old devil. So what if you have a great-grandchild? It's not a boy. Pat, on the other hand, would bear a son. I can't wait to see you turn green with envy.