Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 547

Chapter 547 I Do Not Disdain Him

Gwendolyn could not resist a giggle seeing the two elderly men bickering.

Noticing Hector's empty cup, she refilled it.

Hector glanced at her impassively. If not for this girl's meddling, I might be able to hold my great- grandchild in my arms in a matter of months instead ofayear.

The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became.

His expression, too, reflected his mood.

"The reason for my invitation tonight is to have a chat with you, Ms. Ashton.”

"Though the Lowen family cannot hope to compare with the Ashton family, a prodigious family, we Lowens too, have had several decades of eminence. Though the Lowen family has been regaining its glory, Pat is still not worthy of you, the eldest daughter of the Ashton family. Thus, he can only marry Ms. Felicia. I hope you can understand.”

Gwendolyn set down the intricate mug and blinked.

"I don't disdain Patrick, Old Mr. Lowen.”

Hector's expression shifted at her words. He choked on the rest of his speech.

Hector studied the woman before him.

Though she is beautiful and commanded an elegant presence, she cannot seem to take a hint! I phrased it this way to put her down gently, and she tells me she wouldn't look down on Pat.

The thought of how a woman, who had borne another man's children, thought poorly of his grandson infuriated him.

Upon noticing Hector's unwavering glare upon her, Gwendolyn added, “I have two sons and a daughter, Old Mr. Lowen. I can tell that you are fond of children. If I marry Patrick, you would have three great-grandchildren. They will certainly delight you.”

To Gwendolyn, her three children were a divine blessing and the most important people in her life.

To Hector, they can also be the best gift.

At the recollection of his admiration upon seeing somebody else's great-grandchildren, she realized she could easily fulfill his yearning.

Hector leaped to his feet in anger at those words. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Hmph!”

With a contemptuous scoff, he stormed out.

Gwendolyn stuck out her tongue sheepishly upon noticing how he had lost his temper. She did not know what she had said to offend him.

I was trying to accommodate him. Couldn't he tell? Ah, he used to be very nice in the past but he has a frightful temper now!

Hectoremerged from the private room, and Zachariah hurried to receive him.

"Are we leaving, Old Mr. Lowen?”

He glanced inside. Ms. Ashton hasn’t come out, audit's still raining outside. H4? should at least send her home.

“We're leaving,” Hector growled, not wishing to spare the woman inside another thought.

What the hell did she mean by that? I don't want to be a great grandfather to somebody else's kids. They are not my offspring. I don't care for the kids of the Surrington family. I want them to be heirs to the Lowen family—Patrick's children.

Nate sidled over as well. “You're done with your discussion, Lowen? What a nice-looking young lady that is, and what refined manners she has! Is she your future granddaughter-in-law?”

Hector was agitated further by those words. “What nonsense! She most certainly is not.”

Then, he stalked off in a huff, leaving Nate chuckling. Haha... I am finally able to show him up. Now that I have a great-grandchild, it's time to torment him.

"What happened to your boss? It's been hot lately, so make sure he stays hydrated. It won't do if he constantly loses his temper!”

Zachariah became anxious.

Something must have gone wrong in the discussion with Ms. Ashton. I was hoping she could persuade Old Mr. Lowen. That way, I can hear wedding bells soon.

Upon hearing Nate's words, however, he scowled.

“Your establishment might be doing better if you were more careful with your words, Mr. Yandel.”

As he had observed, the cafe was not doing very well. It would have closed down long ago if not for Hector's frequent patronage.

Nate froze. He was about to say something, but Zachariah had already walked away. Instead, he shook his head and muttered to himself, “You have a sharp tongue, Zachariah. Just like your brother.”