Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 117

Patrick could not blame Gwendolyn because he had been tricking and setting her up. To exemplify, he had asked for more than one hundred thousand in return for taking care of her in the morning.

Hearing his response, Gwendolyn narrowed her eyes and smiled.

“All right! It's good that you don't need me to compensate you.”

Suddenly, the car sped off at an incredible speed of one hundred eighty miles per hour.

This was what she had been waiting for. Haha! Finally, I can try out this car! It's so amazing!

Shocked, Patrick threw the cigar out the window. The cigar would have burned his face if he had not reacted quickly.

Holding his forehead in exasperation, he turned his head to look at her.

This woman's attitude changes so fast.

The other drivers avoided Gwendolyn as she drove the eye-catching vehicle at a high speed along the road.

With that big a car and that high a speed, it could get anyone killed.

The journey to Night City usually took an hour. However, Gwendolyn used only twenty minutes that day to reach the entrance.

Patrick's face turned ashen because of a certain woman's driving skills. He even experienced motion sickness and had a strong urge to vomit.

Feigning chivalry and grandeur, he remained nonchalant, as he did not want to embarrass himself by puking in front of her.

Turning off the engine, Gwendolyn patted the sterling wheel and scanned around the car. This is such a fun experience!

“We've arrived, Mr. Lowen. I feel great driving this car! Look! My driving skills aren't that bad, after all. We're safe!”

Beaming with happiness, she grinned from ear to ear, revealing the dimples on her cheeks.

Patrick's expression hardened, and he remained silent.

Pushing the car door open, he strode toward Night City. Seeing this, Gwendolyn quickly got down from the car and followed him.

The next instant, she handed the car key to a valet. The latter's eyes lit up with surprise, but it quickly disappeared as worry shrouded him.

“M-Miss, I...”

The valet wanted to ask her to park the car by herself, as he was afraid that he would scratch her car. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Ignoring him, Gwendolyn could not care less about it since it was not her car. If anything happened to the car, it was not her money that was going to be affected.

Mr. Lowen is wealthy. Money is no problem for him, but I'm a different case.

With that thought in mind, she followed behind him to the elevator and went to the twelfth floor.

Gwendolyn used to work in Night City. Hence, she was familiar with the layout of the place, and she knew different areas catered to various quality of customers.

The underground nightclub was the messiest of all. One could easily access this place even without a member card.

The twelfth floor they were on now was a reserved area for the VIPs. One needed a member card to enter this floor. Even if one were wealthy, they would not be granted access if they did not have a card.

In other words, the ones who could enter this floor were no ordinary men. They all had solid and influential backgrounds. Besides, only five thousand cards were given out by invitation per year. One would have to wait for their turn next year if they could not get a place this year.

The workers who worked on this floor were the most beautiful and youngest among the other employees. Their average age was around twenty-four. Therefore, the twelfth floor was the most profit- earning floor among the rest.

As the elevator doors opened, they saw golden beams illuminating the magnificent hall. Everything in it sparkled like the stars under the reflection of the light.

Gwendolyn had never come to this floor, and she was immediately astounded by the sight before her.

The people who came all lived a luxurious and dissipated life.

When they exited the elevator, a beautiful woman in a red gown walked toward Patrick and said, “Hi, Mr. Lowen. I'll prepare a room for you. May I ask how many of you are coming in?”

Patrick replied faintly, “Kevin is in room 1208 already.”

“All right, Mr. Lowen. This way, please.”

Kevin was a frequent guest here, and the workers were familiar with him. Although Patrick came here less often than Kevin, the others still recognized him.