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Patrick went forward again with the group of people behind him, inspecting all areas.
Once everything was done, he left, seemingly in a good mood.
He told Liam, who was standing next to him, “The blueprint is finished. Use the version I designed.
Draw up the contract and have her sign it.”
Liam looked at the oblivious woman next to him.
She kept looking at her shoes as she carried her bag. Her shoes were covered with dust, which
probably made her unhappy.
Ms. Ashton, you'll soon become a secret tycoon in Avenport. However, you don't seem to be aware of
it. D*mn. Mr. Lowen is simply too good at doting on women. Not only did he give out the land, but he
even assisted with the construction.
At that moment, Liam desperately wanted to be a woman. In particular, Patrick's woman.
After returning to the car, Gwendolyn took a tissue and used it to clean her shoes. This pair of leather
shoes is quite pricey. What a pity! I shouldn't have worn them to the construction site. I don't think I'll be
able to wear them tomorrow.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJust then, her phone rang. She answered right away when she saw that it was Juliette's number.
“Sweetheart!”
“Gwen, it's really late now. Why haven't you reached home yet? Aren't we going house-viewing?”
Juliette had been waiting all day, hoping that six o'clock would come soon. Alas, she had waited at the
door until six, but her beloved mother had yet to come home.
Gwendolyn glanced at the time and saw that it was indeed already six thirty-five. She pursed her lips
slightly.
“I'll be right back. Give me a minute.”
After she hung up the phone, she looked at Patrick.
“Mr. Lowen, may I knock off now? I've something on today.”
It means I don't want to go out to dinner or do anything else with him. I just want to get out of work.
Hopefully, he'll understand.
Finally, Patrick put down the blueprint and glanced at the time.
“Let's get together for dinner before you leave.”
It's already this time of day; it doesn't matter if she leaves after we eat.
Gwendolyn shook her head. “We're going house-viewing today. This is really important to me, and my
three kids are waiting for me, so I can't go to dinner with you.”
Then, she called out, “Larry, please let me off at the next intersection.”
Patrick caught something in her words. “Where's the house?”
Has this woman seriously saved up enough money to buy a house? That's pretty quick.
She scratched her head. “Ha... Um, it's in Star Mansion.”
All of a sudden, she recalled that Patrick also lived there, which meant they would become neighbors in
the future.
Patrick was a little surprised that she was rich enough to afford a house in Star Mansion.
He touched the ring on his index finger with his long fingers lightly. “I happen to be free tonight, so let's
go view the house together. After that, you'll make me dinner. Don't forget that you still owe me money.”
Now that the man mentioned it, Gwendolyn could not turn him down anymore.
She contemplated for a while, then answered, “All right!”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWith that, Patrick ordered Larry to drive straight to Snowy Lane to fetch her three kids.
As Larry was a skilled driver, and Gwendolyn lived precisely in the eastern district, the car arrived in
front of her house in only ten minutes or so.
She glimpsed at the man beside her. “Mr. Lowen, please drive ahead of me. My car will be right behind
you.”
Patrick gave her an indifferent glance. “I'll drive. You guys can just take my car.”
Larry's seat was kicked hard, so he quickly piped up, “Mr. Lowen, it's time for me to knock off. I'll take
my leave now.”
After saying that, he swiftly opened the door, got out of the car, and left.
Gwendolyn watched as Larry walked away until he vanished at the alley's entrance.
She blinked, feeling that Patrick was genuinely overbearing on a whole other level, so much so that
everyone would obey every command of his.
Well, I guess it's our honor that this big shot is willing to be our personal driver.
The three kids were already dressed when Gwendolyn and Patrick got out of the vehicle. Camille also
deliberately dolled up, carrying her purse and following them with a look of glee.
Uh... There's no more space in the car.
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