Perfect CEO

Gwendolyn had indeed thought about it. She knew she was able to take her revenge by riding on his coattails.

She wanted Candace and Felicia to have a taste of their own medicine and make them lose everything, too.

However, she felt it was not worth it.

No matter how incompetent she was, Gwendolyn did not want to seek revenge with this method.

“Mr. Lowen, you deserve someone better.” As she finished speaking, the elevator doors opened. Gwendolyn stepped out before him and walked away.

She ignored the looks of everyone in the office. Gwendolyn made up her mind to be herself and let everyone say what they wanted.

In the meantime, as Patrick watched the woman walk away with a straightened back, he could see her determination.

Gwendolyn was no ordinary woman. Any other woman who had been through a tough life like her would accept Patrick without hesitation.

They would do anything to be with him.

Meanwhile, Liam greeted Gwendolyn when he saw her, “Good morning, Ms. Ashton!”

“Morning, Mr. Derner.” She returned a smile.

Then Gwendolyn opened the door to the CEO's office, walked in, and placed her bag in the corner of her desk.

She was about to make a cup of coffee for Patrick when she saw a lady sitting on the couch. The lady smiled at Gwendolyn.

Gwendolyn did not know her, but she knew this lady was here to see Patrick. Thus, Gwendolyn said to her, “Miss, Mr. Lowen is here. He'll come into the office any time now.”

“Thank you,” the lady responded with a slight nod.

Gwendolyn felt she was a pretty and polite lady.

Just then, Patrick opened the door and trod in. He spotted the lady sitting on the couch and knew that it was the dermatologist sent by Kevin.

Patrick cast a glance at Gwendolyn and instructed coldly, “Ms. Ashton, get me two cups of coffee.”

At his order, Gwendolyn stood up and walked out of the office.

When she was out of sight, Patrick walked toward the couch, sat down, and asked, “Are you Dr. Robinson?”

Nodding, Layla Robinson replied, “Mr. Chavez sent me here, Mr. Lowen. He said that you needed medical treatment. May I know where you're feeling the discomfort?”

Patrick sat on the couch with his legs crossed and observed the woman in front of him. “I'm not the one who needs treatment. It's my secretary. There is a wound on her chest, but I want you to tell her it's an allergy reaction and prescribe her some medication.”

A trace of clarity flashed across Layla's eyes. Before she came, Kevin had told her to follow whatever Patrick said, and she finally understood what Kevin meant.

“Don't worry, Mr. Lowen. As a doctor, I'm only responsible for treating my patients. I will mind my own business,” Layla answered.

I knew I could count on Kevin.

“Okay. You can start once she returns.”