Perfect CEO

Gwendolyn pondered momentarily and answered, “I never really noticed since I'm not at the Surrington residence much.”

I didn't really care about much in the past three months and mostly lived in a daze. I suppose all my focus was on work.

Lucy hugged her and said, “Let's go! It's almost time. Otherwise, Mr. Gomez will criticize me again if he waits too long.”

Actually, his criticism isn't severe, but I'll suffer from his extended lovemaking at night. He has a robust body in the first place, so if I make him mad, he'll make sure I can't get out of bed for three days to make a point.

She shivered slightly at the thought.

That was my first time experiencing his sexual prowess from disobedience. Now, I'm docile like a winter catfish.

Gwendolyn smoothened her hair and said, “Okay!”

Lucy handed over her gold card for registration while Gwendolyn scrolled on her phone.

“Gwen, do they not know that you're the owner of Solstice Group?”

If I hadn't taken out my card earlier, these store assistants would most likely have complied with Felicia's demands and instructed Gwen to remove her clothing and, in turn, sell it to the person who could afford it.

Gwendolyn lifted her head after replying to an email.

“No, they don't. Even Zayden also assumed that I'm a low-rank employee at Solstice Group, let alone these employees.”

It was rare for the lower-rank employees to meet the CEO. Besides that, she didn't like flaunting her face and title to every worker.

Therefore, it was expected that they couldn't recognize her.

Disappointment filled Lucy. “You should organize a staff meeting so that everyone can recognize you. That way, you'll receive VIP treatment whenever you shop at your own mall. There'll be no repeat of today's incident, and you won't be bullied.”

Felicia was really daring. It's ironic for her to bully a female millionaire.

Once the card was swiped, the store assistant returned it to Lucy politely.

Lucy and Gwendolyn left the store in brand-new clothing. Gwendolyn's head was still buried in her phone as they walked.

Worried about her safety, Lucy had no choice but to keep an arm around Gwendolyn's shoulders. “I'm talking to you. Are you even listening?”

Gwendolyn finally finished with whatever she was working on her phone and slid it into her purse.

“I never thought about it because I don't want to be famous. I just want to live a peaceful life.”

I don't care about how others see me, nor do I want to be a poser. I only wish to live a simple life like this and raise my three children safely. It seems the way I think has reverted to how it used to be. I don't wish for romance or bliss anymore. After getting hit in the face with reality, romance feels beyond my reach, and blissfulness is a pipe dream.

At that moment, Lucy's phone rang, so she picked up the call.

“Have you arrived, Lucy?”

Initially, he thought to wait for her at home, but she said she would head over directly. It was already dinner time, but she still hadn't arrived.

The dinner was to celebrate Patrick's recovery. Thus, she shouldn't arrive later than the host.

“Soon. We'll be there in half an hour.”

It would take ten minutes to reach the restaurant, and she had to include the time she would be stuck in traffic.