The Sweetest Trophy Wife by Beanie

Chapter 81 A Daughter 

After a while, the auction started on time when the lights in the hall suddenly dimmed. The incandescent lights turned on above the stage were dazzling to the eyes. Gwyneth frowned. If possible, she did not want to attend such an event. During Gwyneth’s days in AMC, Wesley was the one who helped her in these events. Come to think of it, Gwyneth realized how easy she had it back then. 

The host walked slowly to the stage as the lighting gradually adjusted back to normal. Gently testing the microphone, the host was obviously nervous. It was understandable; everyone in the audience was influential. The host might offend someone with just one word 

and ruin their career. 

After the official opening, the host’s assistant began to show the various projects and sites up for auction. Glacier Lake and Emerald Trails 

Project was saved for last, which was what Gwyneth and Gaspard were paying attention to. 

Gaspard did not enter with Gwyneth but came with some business partners he had worked together. He was seated not far from Gwyneth, and his gaze remained fixed on the stage throughout. 

“I have finished my introduction for all the projects,” The host visibly let out a sigh of relief. The lights at the next door of the auction hall 

suddenly lit up. “Following up on the agenda, I invite all the heads of each corporation to check out the models of the various site.” 

As the words fell, everyone stood and walked toward the exhibition hall. “Reminder for everyone to mind their steps. There are experts in 

charge of providing more explanations per each model.” 

The host’s voice constantly sounded behind them, making Wanda chuckle softly. 

“What’s wrong?” Noticing Wanda’s emotions, Gwyneth slowed down her steps and asked softly. 

“Nothing. It’s just a little weird. Why is the host of the official event so cowardly?” 

Wanda’s question amused Gwyneth, and she laughed. “Oh, silly. Do you really think they are officials? The officials would never put 

themselves in the spotlight.” 

Hearing what Gwyneth had said, Wanda blinked her eyes, seemingly confused. 

“During auctions, pre–auction phrases are the easiest to bob up problems. So, the officials try to circumvent it as much as possible.” 

“So…” 

“So, they would find people from the hosting venue to take the blame.” 

Wanda could not help but shudder hearing Gwyneth’s explanation. Things here are a lot darker than she imagined. As the two talked, they reached the exhibition hall. Gwyneth slightly raised her head and saw Gaspard and Judy. 

Gwyneth recalled the previous company meeting, where they intended to choose a representative. She remembered Gaspard stayed far away, not wanting to take the job. He stated he was busy and might not arrive at the scene. So what was the situation now? Not only did he arrive on time, but he also brought his business partners and even Judy along. 

Gwyneth crossed her arms and let out a disdainful snort. ‘Gaspard has already passed his prime, yet he continued to speak in a way that kept undermining himself. Won’t he feel embarrassed and awkward if we bumped into each other?” 

Disgusted, Gwyneth felt a wave of nausea rising. She pulled Wanda and walked to the side. 

Gaspard was observing Gwyneth when she was sizing him up. Realizing her obvious ignorance of him, his expression instantly turned cold. Everyone knew he was Gwyneth’s father in these public settings. Why did it make him look like now Gwyneth had acquired the 

company and even ignored her father? 

Gritted his teeth, Gaspard instructed his companions and walked toward her. “Gwyneth…” 

Hearing the voice behind her, Gwyneth sighed helplessly. She really hoped Wesley was here. Turning back, she raised her eyebrows and saw Gaspard standing before her. 

“Is there something wrong. Mr. Glen? I thought you had to attend to other matters and would not be here.” 

If Gaspard wanted to pick a fight, it would be better if she started it first. Clearly, Gaspard did not expect Gwyneth to take the initiative to 

rise. He touched his nose, coughing hard to cover up his embarrassment. 

“Gwyneth, I am your father, after all. Why don’t you greet me after seeing me?” 

As the two began to converse, many people surrounding them turned toward them. Family matters placed within a business setting would always attract attention as fresh gossip. Gaspard’s words implied that Gwyneth was unfilial. Not only did she take over the company, but she also even denied her father. 

The people present all understood these subtle intentions. Gwyneth, too, was well aware of it. Smiling, she crossed her arms, seemingly not noticing the whispers around her. “Mr. Glen, it seems you may have forgotten the occasion. Where are we now? Who is the one disrespecting others by publicly speaking about family matters?”