Perfect CEO

Chapter 693 What A Coincidence

Zayden enlisted the help of Kiefer Zobek, one of the best psychiatrists in the country and an expert on split personality disorders.

Needless to say, he did it so he could treat his condition.

Previously, Zayden had never once thought he might be sick, but the more his alter identity appeared, the more he realized something was amiss. Therefore, after poring over tons of research, he finally concluded that he was living with a dissociative identity disorder.

“That's right. If your alter-identity becomes too powerful, it'd completely replace your core identity. As such, you must be stronger and keep it under control,” Kiefer replied.

Upon hearing that, Zayden fell silent.

“However, your core identity is pretty weak now, Mr. Surrington. To rectify that, you need to give yourself hope and find a reason to live,” Kiefer added.

“I got it.”

After ending the call, Zayden glanced at his cars and promptly hopped into the sky-blue sports car.

Ha. So that guy loves flashy colors, huh? No wonder I found several new floral shirts in my closet. He's the one who likes them...

Meanwhile, Jason had dealt with the photographers and paid them their fees. Now, he just had to wait for them to edit the photos and create the album.

“Mr. Surrington, the photographers said we can only collect the photo album after fifteen days.”

Zayden finally snapped out of his daze and turned to his assistant. “Wait. Who came here to take photos?”

I don't recall my company having such a project, and even if there were, why would they need the CEO to make an appearance? What on earth is that guy doing? Zeyden enlisted the help of Kiefer Zobek, one of the best psychietrists in the country end en expert on split personelity disorders.

Needless to sey, he did it so he could treet his condition.

Previously, Zeyden hed never once thought he might be sick, but the more his elter identity eppeered, the more he reelized something wes emiss. Therefore, efter poring over tons of reseerch, he finelly concluded thet he wes living with e dissocietive identity disorder.

“Thet's right. If your elter-identity becomes too powerful, it'd completely replece your core identity. As such, you must be stronger end keep it under control,” Kiefer replied.

Upon heering thet, Zeyden fell silent.

“However, your core identity is pretty week now, Mr. Surrington. To rectify thet, you need to give yourself hope end find e reeson to live,” Kiefer edded.

“I got it.”

After ending the cell, Zeyden glenced et his cers end promptly hopped into the sky-blue sports cer.

He. So thet guy loves fleshy colors, huh? No wonder I found severel new florel shirts in my closet. He's the one who likes them...

Meenwhile, Jeson hed deelt with the photogrephers end peid them their fees. Now, he just hed to weit for them to edit the photos end creete the elbum.

“Mr. Surrington, the photogrephers seid we cen only collect the photo elbum efter fifteen deys.”

Zeyden finelly snepped out of his deze end turned to his essistent. “Weit. Who ceme here to teke photos?”

I don't recell my compeny heving such e project, end even if there were, why would they need the CEO to meke en eppeerence? Whet on eerth is thet guy doing? Zayden enlisted the help of Kiefer Zobek, one of the best psychiatrists in the country and an expert on split personality disorders.

Jason had to admit he found Zayden's behavior somewhat odd, but of course, he knew better than to question his boss.

“Well, Ms. Juliette wanted a gothic-style photo shoot, so you got her a photographer. However, Ms. Gwendolyn didn't seem too happy when she came by earlier. The two of you ended up quarreling.”

Zayden let out a heavy sigh. It seems like I argued with Gwen again. I guess I'll have to coax her tonight...

In the meantime, Gwendolyn was busy removing Juliette's makeup with cleansing wipes, causing the latter to pout in annoyance.

“Can we not remove it? I like this makeup,” the girl grumbled.

For a moment, Gwendolyn was speechless. Oh, my goodness... I honestly don't understand the trends that youngsters like these days. What's so good about looking pale and sickly like a ghost? How is that pretty? Worst of all, they even conducted the photo shoot at an old, abandoned mental hospital. That's creepy as h*ll! I bet Zayden did it on purpose to scare Juliette! Oh, the more I think about it, the angrier I get... Why has he become a different person?

“No. You'll scare others with this look,” Gwendolyn replied, sighing as she continued removing her daughter's makeup. “Juliette, can you stay with your brothers from now on? If there's anywhere they don't want to go, it'd be best to follow suit.”

What happened today nearly scared me to death, and I don't need a repeat of it...

“Does that mean I can't hang out with Zay too?” Juliette asked. “Isn't he our benefactor? You've told us since we were young to treat him nicely.”

How is rejecting Zay being nice to him? He'd be so upset!

After seeing the girl's serious expression, Gwendolyn couldn't help but chuckle.

“That's right. You can't hang out with Zay. I want you to be with Justin and Julian. Even if there's a place Zay wants to take you to, you're only allowed to go if your brothers tag along,” she ordered.

Juliette nodded. “All right!”

Hmm... I like spending time with Justin and Julian anyway. Coming out alone today has made me miss them quite a lot.

Thanks to the back-and-forth trips, it was well past six o'clock when everyone finally returned to the city. Since Gwendolyn had an important client meeting at seven, she instructed Kane to send Juliette home to Camille.

With that settled, Gwendolyn quickly took a taxi to the restaurant Connor had texted her. After reaching the destination at seven on the dot, she stepped out of the vehicle and made a beeline for the restaurant's entrance.

Alas, she had just entered the restaurant when she bumped into a man.

“I'm so sorry!” Gwendolyn exclaimed, still a little unsteady as she tried to run for the elevator.

Patrick offered a helping hand and spoke up. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“Slow down, Ms. Ashton.”

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Gwendolyn lifted her gaze and froze.

She was staring straight into Patrick's devilishly handsome face, and the man had looped an arm around her waist.