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Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 43
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Gwendolyn finally regained her senses. “Huh?”

Two thousand? These are just three plates and two bowls. How could they be so expensive? Is he

robbing me?

Patrick pointed at the broken plates and bowls on the floor and explained, “These are porcelain. The

golden stripes on them are real gold. Two thousand is a discounted price.”

How Gwendolyn wished she could pick up all the broken pieces and scratch off all the golden stripes

so that she could perhaps sell them for money.

Patrick frowned when she saw her stretching out her hands to pick the broken pieces up.

“Use a broom. Don't use your hands.”

Gwendolyn could only withdraw her hands. He has so many orders. It's up to me how I want to clean

this up, okay?

However, the man clearly had no intention of leaving and merely stood there, staring at her.

Patrick knew that she would hurt herself if he did not watch her.

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Seeing him standing there, Gwendolyn felt rather upset because she could not keep the broken pieces

after all. These strings are made of gold! They must be the same price as gold, right?

Gwendolyn was utterly defeated by her poverty and her life. She no longer had the grace of a lady

anymore.

Patrick did not leave until she threw all the broken pieces into the trash bag and cleaned the kitchen.

Looking at how he was standing there with his arms crossed in front of his chest, she had the urge to

press a knife against his neck and force him to get rid of the IOU.

However, she clearly dared not to do that.

When she took off her apron and turned around, she smiled at him and said, “Mr. Lowen, I'm done

cleaning.”

It was eleven o'clock at night, and she wanted to go home to sleep.

Patrick nodded. “My bedroom is quite messy. Clean it.”

Gwendolyn let out a sigh.

Patrick Lowen, it's eleven at night. Just go to sleep. Can't I clean the room tomorrow?

Her good impression of him had completely disappeared.

Patrick walked up the stairs and got into his room. Then he sat at his desk and read some documents.

Gwendolyn then started tidying his room.

She remembered that the bedroom was still clean the previous day. Only several books were scattered

around, but all the clothes were clean. She thought she would need at most ten minutes to tidy up the

room.

However, the bedroom was so messy today, especially the walk-in closet. All the clothes were

scattered on the floor. Gwendolyn had to hang the clothes one by one according to their colors.

Then, she saw several of his underwear lying on the floor.

She stretched out her hand to grab them but quickly retracted her hand.

She had never seen men's underwear before, so she was too shy even to touch it.

Meanwhile, Patrick smiled as he watched the scene, leaning against the door of the walk-in closet.

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“Gwendolyn, are you interested in my underwear?”

When she heard the voice, her eyes widened as she hurriedly picked up all the underwear one by one.

All of them were branded, and they were black in color.

This man seems to be obsessed with black.

While picking up the underwear, she was smirking as if she was sneering at his size.

It was a taboo to men. Patrick strode toward her in wide steps and pinned her onto the wardrobe,

narrowing his eyes.

There was a cold look on his face as he questioned, “Gwendolyn, why are you sneering?”

Gwendolyn felt anxious seeing him getting so close. While holding all the underwear in her hands, she

put them in front of her chest.

“I didn't sneer. I'm just sleepy. I was sighing.”

She was extremely tired. Not only had she fought with someone during the day, she had also worked

until late at night.

Patrick leaned closer to her face and asked coldly, “Is that so?”

The moment he leaned closer to her, her scent had completely shrouded him. He could feel his blood

rushing through his veins again.