Chapter 339


    Felicia''s expression went sour when she heard Gwendolyn. “Why are you the one answering,


    Gwendolyn?”


    Felicia was upset—she had nned to stay at the Lowen residencest night but had no choice other


    than to go home after Patrick insisted on her leaving.


    Unpleasantly surprised by the knowledge of Gwendolyn next to Patrick this morning, she started


    wondering if the two had slept togetherst night.


    Felicia cursed angrily into the phone after visualizing the scenario, “You think you will marry into the


    Lowen family, Gwendolyn? Keep dreaming! We''ll see who marries him in the end.”


    Gwendolyn nced at her phone after Felicia hung up and ced it back on the table. “You don''t mind,


    do you, Patrick?”


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    Patrick smiled. “As long as you''re happy, it doesn''t matter.”


    That Felicia is an annoying woman indeed. I would never have worked with her if I had known how


    infuriating she is. It''s a challenge to get rid of her now, but with Gwen here, things will be much easier.


    Meanwhile, the entire Ashton family was waiting for Felicia in the dining hall.


    The Ashton family would have a gathering tomorrow, and Felicia was asked to invite Patrick over.


    This was Candace''s idea. If Patrick came over tomorrow night after he and Felicia had already spent


    New Year''s Eve at the Lowen residence, their rtionship would practically be set in stone after


    tomorrow.


    Felicia was making a call to Patrick in the living room. Before that, the family had urged her to call


    Patrick at the dinner table and put him on speaker for everyone to hear.


    But how can I possibly do that? I know how things are between Patrick and me. Patrick doesn''t care for


    me; he''s only working with me because of that damned contract. If it were not for Old Mr. Lowen, I


    would never have had the chance to get close to him.


    Felicia insisted on calling Patrick from the living room, saying she was afraid to embarrass him.


    She sank into the couch, utterly devastated.


    Thank goodness I left there or they would have heard Gwendolyn''s voice. The rtives would gossip


    for sure if they did! I''ll never forget the looks andments they threw at me when my engagement


    was canceled. I won''t let it happen this time.


    Felicia sighed and clutched her phone, knowing that getting Patrick toe tomorrow was practically


    impossible.


    She was prepared to go and ask for Hector''s help.


    But Old Mr. Lowen can''t speak! Who even understands what he means by all those gestures? Even if


    Patrick could, he''d never agree toe. Gwendolyn has him wrapped around her little finger—he''ll


    only do as she tells him to!


    Felicia tangled her fingers in her hair out of frustration. Celebrating New Year is supposed to be a


    merry asion. This year, it''s driving me insane!


    Suddenly, she thought of Gregory. As a n formed in her brain, she dialed his number.


    The call was picked up after a while. “Fel, do you need me for something?”


    The background of the other end of the phone was bustling with the noises of a gambling match.


    Felicia''s sharp ears picked up a voice calling out her uncle''s losses.


    “Uncle Gregory, I can wire you another million; can you get rid of Gwendolyn by today?”


    Gregory stepped out of the casino. “You can''t even let your old uncle enjoy the New Year?”


    He was unwilling tomit bloodshed during festivities.


    “Uncle Gregory, I cannot enjoy the New Year with her around! If you don''t want to get violent during


    New Year celebrations, I''ll send you two million so you can keep half for yourself and hire a hitman with


    the rest,” Felicia negotiated.


    Not only was it the most straightforward n, but she also trusted a hitman more than her dodgy uncle.


    Gritting his teeth, Gregory was reminded of the money he had lost while gambling. “Fine, send me the


    money; I happen to know a guy in this area.”


    Five hundred thousand will be more than enough for the hitman; I''ll still have one and a half million left


    for myself.


    Felicia doubted him. “Don''t try to fool me, Uncle Gregory.”


    “I, Gregory Dannings, am a man of my word! Why would I fool you? Take your business elsewhere if


    you don''t trust me.”


    Felicia hurriedly transferred the money, adding a message: I hope to hear good news from you, Uncle


    Gregory.