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Gwendolyn glanced at him coldly and asked, “What do you mean by that? I was planning to ask you to
let us go!”
She had children of her own. With her debts cleared, she hoped that they would not bother her family
anymore.
Samuel almost went down on his knees. Almost crying, he begged, “Ms. Ashton, I'm in the wrong. I will
not repeat my mistake again. Please treat that five hundred thousand as the payment for young
Juliette's medical bills.”
A trace of astonishment flashed in Gwendolyn's eyes. She had not expected him to have some
conscience after all.
She stopped struggling and relented. “All right! Since you said it, the medical bills should be borne by
you guys. I only used twenty thousand, so I will transfer the remaining back to you.”
Samuel thought that she was stubborn and one-of-a-kind to let such an offer pass. It was as though the
woman was a fool.
However, he learned the hard way last night that she was to be feared when she became driven mad.
“Ms. Ashton, let me state explicitly. You are with Patrick, so I can't offend you. We really don't want the
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtmoney. Please don't come back to us anymore!”
Even loan sharks would be afraid of her.
Hearing Patrick's name being mentioned, she finally understood that he was really the reason for this.
A slight smile briefly appeared on her face. She then got up and said, “In that case, I'll stop bothering
you.”
She had sensed that the moment she turned up at this office, Samuel was scared witless. She
wondered what Patrick had done to him.
Gwendolyn left the loan company and got into her car. She then sent six hundred thousand to Lucy.
She texted: Luce, you don't need to return the money. Take it as a gift from me to Melanie.
After sending that message, she blinked and stared at the clear sky outside with her large eyes. The
sun was shining nice and bright that day.
I wonder what Patrick is doing now. Is he still busy at work? It's already noon. Has he eaten lunch?
She decided to dial his number. After a while, he picked up.
“Hello.”
His tone was rather flat such that she could not detect his emotion. It was as though she was talking to
a stranger.
Unexpectedly, Gwendolyn felt a little disappointed. Smiling, she asked, “Mr. Lowen, where are you
now? I want to treat you to a meal.”
At that moment, Patrick was sitting at his office desk. He had been busier today, as he had just
attended a video conference and was pretty drained.
His voice was quite hoarse due to his excessive smoking.
“I am in my office. I won't mind a treat. You can come to my office and eat together.”
It turned out that, as the boss of the company, he was really busy even on weekends. On the other
hand, she was free every weekend.
Thinking about this made her realize that he treated his employee well.
“Sure! I'll get us lunch and bring it to your office. I'll be quick and reach within half an hour. If you are
hungry, you can get some snacks specially prepared for you in the pantry.”
As his personal secretary, she knew his work well.
A light smile broke out on Patrick's face as his mood was lifted significantly.
“Okay,” he replied with a low tone and hung up the call.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmGwendolyn found him very cold, like he was distancing himself. Nonetheless, it was understandable as
he had maintained a high status for a long time, causing him to become icy toward others.
Feeling like a relatively wealthy lady now, Gwendolyn generously placed an order from Platinum Plate.
Instead of choosing their takeaway delivery service, she decided to pick up the food herself.
After that, she went straight to Lowen Group. When she stepped foot into the office, she saw Patrick
sitting in his office chair and massaging his temples with his well-defined long fingers.
It was obvious that he was tired.
Gwendolyn placed the lunchboxes on the coffee table in the couch area and walked to the back of
Patrick. Puffing into her hands to make them warm, she started giving him a head massage from the
back.
Although she was not a professional, she was still quite skilled at it.
In the past, back in the Ashton residence, Michael would often get headaches. As such, she had to
give him a head massage frequently. She even picked up the proper techniques from a professional
practitioner, which explained why she was skillful.
The moment Patrick felt the pressure from her fingers, he immediately relaxed.
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