Perfect CEO

It sounds so awkward. Didn't they hope that I would die in the past? After all, I almost died at their hands on that night six years ago. How shameless is she to congratulate me now?

Gwendolyn slightly narrowed her eyes.

“I won't be marrying Zayden. If I have to choose, that person will be Patrick.”

Her voice was low and cold, which sent a chill down Felicia's and Candace's spines.

Candace snorted coldly. “Gwendolyn, what do you mean? Are you trying to steal him from Fel?”

Gwendolyn raised her eyebrows and retorted, “Do I even need to steal? He's mine from the beginning.”

“You...”

Candace did not expect she would be at a loss for words in the face of Gwendolyn's retort. Stunned, she could only give the latter attitude.

Felicia, on the other hand, appeared surprisingly composed. “Mom, why are you trying to fight with her? Saying those words are of no help.”

She planned to let Gwendolyn and Zayden publicly acknowledge their relationship. After all, one way or another, the two were a couple from Michael's point of view.

Once they do that, how is Gwendolyn going to be with Patrick? Not to mention, Patrick and Old Mr. Lowen will come here tonight. This is going to be interesting. How is she going to defend herself by then?

Candace was furious, so Felicia stood up and said, “Mom, let's go upstairs and rest for a while. I'll help you touch up your makeup.”

Felicia dragged Candace upstairs, but Gwendolyn merely glanced at them expressionlessly.

Facing Candace and Felicia, Gwendolyn was always full of confidence. She felt great just now for speaking her mind and undermining Felicia.


I know full well who Patrick cares about. She was nothing short of embarrassing herself by challenging me earlier.

Because Zayden and Suzanne occupied her room, Gwendolyn could only rest in the living room.

Initially, she was looking at her phone. And before she knew it, she had already drifted off to sleep.

After some time, when awakened by the voices of her relatives, Gwendolyn opened her eyes and saw Francine and the others sitting on the couch. There were a lot of people talking and smiling at each other.

All of them demonstrated reenergized looks that would appear after a lunch break. Nicolette was sitting beside her. Seeing Gwendolyn was awake, she scolded, “I told you guys to keep your voices low. See, you have awakened Wendy.”

Nicolette's mother looked over, and her gaze rested on Gwendolyn.

“Gwen, it is already three in the afternoon. It's time to wake up. Our family hired makeup artists and stylists. They have been waiting for you in the guest room.”

Nicolette slightly widened her eyes. “Huh? Is the event this formal? Wendy, let's go upstairs quickly and dress you up.”

In her eyes, Gwendolyn was already a natural beauty. If Gwendolyn were to put on some makeup and a lavish gown, she would, without a doubt, outshine every attending woman and be in the limelight.

At the thought of that, Nicolette became super excited.


I know full well who Patrick cares about. She was nothing short of embarrassing herself by challenging me earlier.
“Wendy, let's move.”

Gwendolyn just woke up and was in a groggy state. Pulled up by Nicolette, she stood up and walked toward the stairs.

The relatives in the living room started a discussion while keeping their voices low. “Old Mr. Ashton sees this matter with importance. It's not just as simple as winning an award, right?”