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Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 240
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She hugged her knees tightly to her chest, looking like an obedient girl.

From the surface, one could not possibly tell that Gwendolyn was, in fact, already drunk.

Hearing Gwendolyn's voice, Zayden knocked on the car window and voiced, “Mr. Lowen, I'm here to

pick Gwen up. Can you please open the door for me?”

However, Patrick was displeased. He locked the car door, and Zayden could not open the door from

the outside.

Gwendolyn turned sideways and took a glance. “Zayden, I'm here. Zayden! Are you coming to get me

up yet?”

There was a hint of frustration in her voice. As a matter of fact, Zayden would always send her home

when she got drunk.

Hence, she felt safe hearing his voice.

Patrick uttered aloofly, “Start the car.”

Larry wanted to get down from the car to resolve the accident but had a change of mind upon

witnessing everything.

Hearing Patrick's instructions, he had no choice but to start the car according to his employer's

command.

The moment Larry drove away, Gwendolyn's phone rang.

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She threw everything out of her bag, grabbed her phone, and picked up the call.

“Hello?”

“Gwen, ask Patrick to stop the car.”

Zayden sounded frosty when he said that. Later, he added, “Justin and Julian asked me to pick you up.

They're waiting for you at home.”

Hearing that, Gwendolyn started to get a little impatient.

“Stop the car.”

Larry slammed his foot on the brake immediately. Gwendolyn swiftly pushed open the car door, and

Zayden rushed up to get her out of the car.

“Gwen, did he bully you?”

Shaking her head, Gwendolyn waved at the car and voiced, “Goodbye, Mr. Lowen!”

Patrick merely watched her walk away with his brows furrowed, feeling utterly upset.

She knows who I am. Why is she walking away with another man?

Noticing the darkened expression on Patrick's face, Larry dared not to say a word and decided to stay

still.

“Drive.”

Larry could feel his heart racing upon hearing his cold command. Without hesitation, he revved up the

engine and left the place.

“Wrong direction. Follow Zayden's car.”

His words left Larry slightly taken aback, as the latter assumed that Patrick was mad and preferred to

go home instead.

Never had he thought that his employer wanted to tailgate Zayden. Obediently, he made a U-turn and

followed Zayden's car closely behind.

Inside Zayden's car, Gwendolyn sank back into the passenger's seat, feeling sleepy, but she found it

difficult to fall asleep.

“Zayden, are we reaching home yet?”

The man turned around to look at her. His eyes instantaneously dimmed with anguish. She would have

been taken away by Patrick if I didn't make it in time just now. I can't imagine what would happen to her

tonight if I didn't appear.

“Gwen, Patrick isn't a good guy. It's best for you to keep a distance from him. Do you want to consider

working at Surrington Corporation? The pay there will be higher than what he offered you.”

In fact, Gwendolyn would have gone to Surrington Corporation long ago if she wished to rely on

Zayden.

Nevertheless, she had never thought of going to Surrington Corporation. She merely felt thankful to

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Zayden for saving her and her children's lives a few years back.

To avoid conflict between Zayden and Angeline, Gwendolyn had chosen to keep a distance from

Zayden, no matter how hard it was for her.

The moment the car stopped, Gwendolyn could feel her stomach rumble uncomfortably. Zayden

hugged her in his arms, planning to carry her down. It was at that moment Gwendolyn suddenly felt an

urge to puke.

The next second, she started to gag on his chest.

After throwing everything up, Gwendolyn felt better in an instant.

Meanwhile, Zayden's features darkened like coal.

Seeing that, the driver in the front seat was stunned. “Mr. Surrington,” he uttered.

Zayden raised his hand, gesturing him to stay silent.

He then took a serviette and handed it over to Gwendolyn. Grabbing it over, she wiped her mouth and

muttered, “I'm sorry, Zayden. I couldn't control myself. Don't get too close to me the next time when I'm

drunk.”

Gwendolyn had drunk too much that night. She tried to stay conscious a while ago but ended up

vomiting instead.

She felt so much better after throwing up, nonetheless.

Her vision was no longer blurry. The next instant, she cast a glance on Zayden's exorbitant shirt.

She could not bring herself to look at it. As she took another look, a feeling of nausea came over her

again.