Perfect CEO

Chapter 30

Gwendolyn frowned, wondering how her daughter learned those things like pouncing on someone and making babies. NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

By the time she went downstairs, it was already half-past six. She needed to arrive at Star Mansion by seven o'clock. Therefore, she could only drive her second-hand Fiat over.

The traffic was severely congested because it was the peak hour when everyone got off work. Her car would burn a lot of fuel in that situation. She was distressed at the fact that she would have to spend more on the fuel.

Gwendolyn had spent a lot of money on buying that car for the convenience of sending Juliette to the hospital at night.

She rarely drove that car on any ordinary day, as the fuel consumption would cost her a lot. Nonetheless, it would be more costly to grab a cab at that hour. After mulling over it, she decided to drive.

It was not a smooth ride, and she could not help worrying about the fuel cost throughout the way. Finally, she arrived at the Star Mansion, but the security guards refused to let her enter.

Gwendolyn informed him of the unit number and said, “I'm his guest. You can give him a call if you don't believe me.”

The security guards looked puzzled. Does Mr. Lowen have such a poor friend?

They did not believe her words, as they had to chase away countless people who tried to approach

Patrick every day.

It was the first time they saw someone in an old Fiat asking to meet Patrick.

Is she trying to gain Mr. Lowen's sympathy and win his heart?

“Mr. Lowen doesn't want to meet anyone.”

Gwendolyn became furious upon hearing that. If she had not spent so much on the fuel to drive over, she would have left immediately.

On top of that, the man had threatened her to double the interest. She could not bear to pay more given how poor she was.

Hence, she took her phone out and dialed his number.

“Gwendolyn, you're five minutes late. Why are you not here yet?”

A man's voice rang out coldly with a tinge of anger.

Gwendolyn took in a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. After all, the man was her creditor who could raise her interest as he pleased, and she probably could not afford to clear the debt if he did so.

“Mr. Lowen, I've arrived, but the security guards won't let me in.”

Patrick replied, “Let me handle it.”

With that said, he hung up the phone. The security guards let her enter in no time, ingratiating smiles plastered on their faces.

Gwendolyn paid no heed to them and drove into the mansion district immediately.

The mansion district was one of the most expensive areas of Avenport. It was also one of the properties owned by Lowen Group.

She found Block A8 based on the map Patrick had shared with her earlier. Then, she parked her car after driving into the courtyard. Right then, her phone rang.

Gwendolyn looked at the caller on the phone screen. It was Lucy. She was afraid that the latter might have something urgent. Hence, she answered it instantly.

“Luce.”

Lucy was still in the hospital. As her daughter had fallen asleep after getting an IV drip, she lowered her voice as she spoke. “Gwen, I've heard from Juliette that you went on a date. Are you with Patrick? All the best! You'll live a carefree life once you win his heart!”

Gwendolyn was rendered speechless.

She was there to pay off her debt, but not to attend a date. How dare Juliette spread my news around now!

Juliette was indeed giving her a headache. Gwendolyn sometimes wondered why her daughter was so talkative and busybody.

She rubbed her temples as she replied, “Luce, I can never get together with Patrick. He's getting married soon. So, stop spouting nonsense.”

“You're silly! He's not married yet. Even if he did, he could get a divorce too. Look at my husband. He could run away with his mistress and leave his wife and children just like that!”

Gwendolyn chuckled. “Ms. Lucy, I thought you hate a mistress most. Why are you asking me to be one now?”

Lucy smacked her forehead lightly upon hearing her. “Gwen, I'm saying that because I think Patrick likes you. He'll be yours if you're willing to make a move.”

Just then, another call came in. Gwendolyn took a look. As she had expected, it was Patrick.

“Luce, I've got to go. I'll visit Melanie tomorrow, and we'll talk when we meet.”

After ending the call, she walked toward the mansion briskly. Patrick had given her the access code. After keying in the code, she entered the house and saw the man sitting on the couch. He seemed to have drunk a little too much.

The man pulled his tie loose with his slender fingers while squinting his eyes.

“Gwendolyn, you're ten minutes late. I need to punish you.”

The man looked wild as he gazed at her. He reached out and pulled her over. Taken off guard, Gwendolyn fell on his body.