Perfect CEO

Gwendolyn and Tiffany arrived in Willowbank, Frosa. Willowbank was a fashion capital as well as heaven for all fashionistas.

After checking into the hotel, Gwendolyn stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the ocean view outside. The weather then was already scorching, and the scenery was breathtaking.

Right then, her phone rang.

“Tiffany.”

It was a call from Tiffany. She was staying in the room next door.

“Gwen, take a rest for now. We'll go out to have our meal at six o'clock later. I'm bringing you to meet a friend of mine. Preen yourself and wear formal clothes.”

Gwendolyn could tell the dinner that night would be more of a formal occasion.

Okay, Tiffany.”

After hanging up the phone, Gwendolyn took a shower before taking a nap.

At six o'clock in the evening, Tiffany knocked on her door.

“Gwen.”

Gwendolyn had already changed into a light purple strapless fishtail gown. She tied her hair into a bun and wore a pair of amethyst earrings. Hanging around her neck was the necklace, Starry Tears.

She lifted her hand and touched it. This necklace looks good with any outfit. It's not too striking, nor is it unnoticeable.

She was genuinely impressed by the abilities of the people in the olden times to create such a piece of exquisite jewelry.

Gwendolyn was reminded of Patrick, and at the thought of him, she automatically thought about Felicia. She couldn't help but let out a sigh. Is there still hope for Patrick and me to be together?


Gwendolyn had lost the confidence she used to have. At that moment, she was starting to feel lost.

After all, his grandfather was adamant in his stance. On the other hand, her grandfather also insisted on wanting her to marry Zayden. I'm caught between a rock and a hard place. This is such a difficult decision to make.

Amidst her daze, the sound of someone knocking on the door reverberated beside her ears again. She quickly pulled herself together, picked up her handbag, and left the room.

Standing at the doorway, Tiffany, wearing a black evening gown, emitted an air of elegance.

Next to her was her assistant, Linette Ramos. Linette chirped, “Ms. Ashton, you look gorgeous today!”

Gwendolyn grinned. “Thank you, but Tiffany is the most beautiful one here.”

Tiffany was dressed in vintage clothing. Gwendolyn had seen that outfit in Tiffany's walk-in closet previously. Tiffany had specially hung the gown in a display wardrobe. She told Gwendolyn the dress was created by a famous designer of the last century and was worn by Frosa's queen.

The trio took a car to a manor in the suburbs. When the vehicle drove slowly through the gates, Gwendolyn noticed a flower field in the vicinity. Fresh flowers that bloomed during the season spread across the plot of land.

She rolled down the window and took a deep breath, catching a whiff of the floral fragrance.

Linette couldn't help but exclaim, “Wow! This is an old castle. Are we having our dinner here?”