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Chapter 622 Patrick Is Back
Zachary shot her a look. “Just an old friend of mine.”
With that, he got to his feet and called out, “Ms. Ziegler.”
Camille was in the kitchen when she heard someone calling for her. Coming out of the kitchen, she
responded, “Yes?”
She didn't know Zachary that well. All she knew was that he was Gwendolyn's father.
However, Gwendolyn wasn't on good terms with him, which was obvious since the two had never had
any interactions previously.
Hence, Camille didn't bother being nice to them. After all, their attendance at the wedding was a mere
formality.
Michael had arranged for that, and they only bothered coming because they didn't want to embarrass
the Ashton family.
“Bring us some coffee.”
Zachary felt thirsty as no one bothered to serve them coffee after they arrived.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCamille glanced at the women on the couch. She remembered the older of them had come to pick a
fight when they were still living in Snowy Lane.
Thus, she had a bad impression of the lady.
I was polite enough to allow them entry. How dare they demand me to serve them? Dream on.
Camille replied calmly, “I'm sorry, but we've run out of coffee beans.”
Zachary's expression changed. “Then get me a glass of water.”
Camille gave him a smile. “The water filter isn't functioning. Are you used to drinking tap water?”
Zachary held back the urge to vent his anger at her as it was Gwendolyn's wedding.
Turning around angrily, he tugged on his tie and returned to the couch.
Perhaps he had eaten something too salty this morning, for he felt parched.
Thus, he was a bit annoyed as he didn't get to drink any water.
Felicia had overheard their argument and joined her father on the couch.
“Dad, I've already asked our driver to buy us some coffee, and he'll be back soon. Please don't be
angry.”
Candace was already furious to begin with. Upon hearing Camille's response, she began criticizing
Gwendolyn.
“Darling, why are you angry? Gwendolyn's housekeeper is just as arrogant as her. They will never let
us drink any water in her house. On the other hand, Fel is thoughtful enough to order coffee for you.”
Zachary's anger heightened after she said that.
However, he had to admit that she was right as Felicia was indeed thoughtful.
Right then, Patrick strode into the house followed by a team of male bodyguards.
Both Candace and Felicia leaped to their feet, attempting to stop him from entering the house, but his
bodyguards blocked their path.
“Everyone, please remain where you are and don't try anything stupid. You might get hurt if you refuse
to heed my order,” John warned icily.
He glanced at his boss, who was already going up the stairs.
Meanwhile, Gwendolyn was sitting on the bed as Lucy arranged her train.
“Gwen, Zayden will only be here at one. Are you going to sit here until then?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhat? That's quite late. Why did I have to wake up at half past five to put on makeup then? Isn't this
unnecessarily troublesome for the bride?
Gwendolyn was exhausted and wanted to take a nap.
Without hesitation, she allowed herself to collapse on the bed. Lucy quickly tugged her back.
“Hey, don't lie down! Your hair will get messy. Don't you want to be—”
Before she could finish her sentence by saying “a pretty bride,” someone dragged her out of
Gwendolyn's room and slammed the door shut.
Lucy quickly shielded her chest. This guy in black isn't gentlemanly at all. I'm all dressed up today. How
could he treat me so roughly? I could have easily flashed someone with how rough he was!
Furrowing her brows, she chided, “Can't you be more gentle? You can't find a wife this way. You
deserve to be single forever!”
The bodyguard's expression changed, but he said nothing. Two of them stood guard at the door so no
one could enter without their permission.
Lucy belatedly realized something. Wait, that was Patrick. He's back. Isn't he supposed to be on a
business trip at Corleon and wouldn't be back anytime soon? Oh no. Is he going to whisk the bride
away?