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Following Patrick, Gwendolyn noticed that the woman leading the way had a slim waist. The gown she was wearing accentuated
her perfect body figure.
Her long, slender legs, especially, made her look extra attractive. As the rumors said, those who work on the twelfth floor are
beautiful.
Seeing that Gwendolyn was far behind him, Patrick stopped and reached out his hand to take her hand in his.
“What are you thinking about?”
Gwendolyn regained her senses once she heard his voice.
Then, she replied softly, “People have told me that the women on the twelfth floor are bombshells. I've finally seen it for myself!”
Patrick furrowed his brows upon hearing her response. Why doesn't she realize that her body figure is better than every worker
here?
The ushers helped to open the door once Patrick and Gwendolyn arrived at the room.
Holding Gwendolyn's hand in his, Patrick strode into the room. It was an extremely spacious area that could accommodate
events such as karaoke and disco dancing. Besides, there were a few small private rooms. One of them was the games room.
Sitting on the longest couch, Kevin was surrounded by women. They were chatting happily.
Gwendolyn could not care less about it because Kevin was a seasoned womanizer in Avenport. The man loved enjoying life and
had been changing girlfriends.
Scanning the room, she spotted Lucas sitting at one side, singing. The lady who was at his house earlier today was there, too.
The moment Lucas saw Gwendolyn and Patrick, he stared at them and said over the microphone, “Hi, Mr. Lowen and Ms.
Ashton.”

Many people were in the room, and most of them were Kevin's friends. In other words, they were members of the upper crust.
Gwendolyn smiled. She only had an objective tonight—get Lucas to agree to donate bone marrow to Melanie, no matter how.
The crowd noticed Patrick and stood up subconsciously. They wanted to allow him to choose the woman he liked.
Gwendolyn retracted her hand from Patrick's and trotted toward Lucas before sitting beside him.
“Hi, Mr. Gomez! Are you singing now? Do you want me to accompany you?”
Realizing that Gwendolyn was asking for it, Lucas smiled devilishly and raised his brows at Patrick. Lucas gestured for Patrick to
rest assured that he could accomplish the task Patrick had assigned.
“Charlotte, you should go home now. It's late, and you have classes tomorrow.”
The girl, who was still singing, pouted before responding, “Luke, Mom asks me to watch over you in case you're screwing around
outside. If Grandpa receives word of this, you're doomed!”
Charlotte Gomez, Lucas' younger sister, refused to leave.
Despite that, Lucas summoned people in. Soon, two men in black, who appeared to be the Gomez family's bodyguards, came in.
“Send Ms. Gomez home,” Lucas instructed.
One of the bodyguards turned to Charlotte and stated, “This way, Ms. Gomez.”
Displeased, Charlotte yelled, “Luke!”
Lucas pushed and urged her, “Leave now. I can't enjoy my time if you're here.”
He could not flirt with the other females if Charlotte stayed beside him. Hence, he had not had the chance to talk to other women

these few days, even though he went out frequently.
Charlotte eyed Gwendolyn and recalled that she had seen the latter before. Don't tell me Luke likes her?
Lingering her gaze on Gwendolyn a little longer, Charlotte took her leave.
Patrick sat on a couch not far away from them. He only had a black shirt covering his body after taking off his coat. Placing his
arm casually on the armrest, he held a cigar between his fingers and took several puffs.
Some people came and gave him a toast, but he remained icy. Taking a sip of the wine, he stared at Gwendolyn with raised
eyebrows.
Later, Kevin went beside him and took a seat. Looking at Patrick's indolent expression, the former asked, “Do you want her,
Pat?”