Perfect CEO

Chapter 321

Zayden walked toward Patrick and reached out his hand.

“Mr. Lowen!”

Patrick glanced at him calmly and said, “Mr. Surrington, please enjoy yourself.”

Some collaborating CEOs, too, approached Patrick to clink glasses, whereas Gwendolyn cast a light smile at Zayden.

“Mr. Surrington.”

She nodded, smiling sweetly.

Zayden's gaze fell upon her waist, which Patrick was holding. He was holding her tight, so intimate that it annoyed Zayden.

He drew closer to her and asked, “Gwen, are you Patrick's female companion for tonight?”

Gwendolyn responded with a slight nod. “Yes.”

Stealing a glance at Patrick, who was conversing with some guests nearby, Zayden pursed his lips.

His expression darkened. Conceivably, Gwendolyn had no idea that being Patrick's female companion at the annual dinner was equivalent to introducing herself as Patrick's lover. In other words, Patrick was declaring to all the employees and other collaborators that Gwendolyn would be his future wife.

Thus, Zayden was rattled. He had always believed that Patrick was not serious with Gwendolyn.

Judging from his prestige, the Lowen family would never accept Gwendolyn as Patrick's wife, just like Zayden's family.

To his consternation, Patrick had convinced the elders of the Lowen family sooner than he predicted and even disclosed their relationship at the event.

Perceiving Zayden's somber countenance, Gwendolyn tugged at his sleeve.

“Zayden, you should head on in,” she suggested, finding it tiring for him to stand there rigid.

Besides, Patrick was the host. It would be inappropriate for Zayden to be staying there.

It was only then that Zayden regained his senses. He managed a slight bob.

“All right. I'll visit your hometown with you during the New Year!”

With that, he walked away. Meanwhile, Patrick had finished socializing with the guests too. He wrapped his arm around Gwendolyn and headed to the lounge.

Right as he entered the lounge, he saw plenty of food prepared by Liam and Amber.

Standing beside the couch was Amber, who, upon seeing him, lowered her head slightly.

“Mr. Lowen, you should eat something so that you won't get too hungry later.”

Patrick would be giving a speech on the stage later. He had probably not eaten before the guests stormed forward to toast to him.

Looking at the food on the table, Gwendolyn picked up some with a fork and fed Patrick.

Inadvertently, Liam and Amber were forced to watch the lovey-dovey scene. Thus, the two left the room heedfully, leaving only Gwendolyn and Patrick in the lounge.

Patrick looked at the lady servicing him and asked, “Are you tired?”

Gwendolyn shook her head. “This is nothing compared to the things that you have to attend to. Hurry up. You should have more.”

She felt a twinge of heartache as soon as she realized he would be drinking a lot that night.

The two rested in the lounge for half an hour before heading to the banquet hall.

Gwendolyn sat next to Patrick at the main table. When Patrick was delivering his speech, he effused a charming and cool aura, making him seem relatively formidable. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

She stared at the dazzling man on the stage, her eyes brimming with admiration and infatuation.

Perhaps every single woman in the banquet hall was as enthralled as Gwendolyn.

Unquestionably, any woman would be enthralled by such an enchanting man.

Feeling bored, Felicia lay in her bed sleazily while scrolling through Instagram. Upon seeing incessant

photos of the annual dinner, she pursed her lips faintly. A few days ago, Ashton Corporation, too, threw a grand one.

She tapped into a friend's profile out of boredom, only to find a picture of Patrick holding Gwendolyn closely. Instantly, her expression contorted in ire. She was foaming at the mouth.

“Gwendolyn, I'll let you enjoy your remaining few days.”

It seemed that she had to rush Gregory right now. She took out a card from her purse in which there were a million. In truth, she had purposely registered the card with Gregory's ID card earlier that day.

Clenching the card tightly, she cast a sinister smirk, a hint of viciousness flashing across the depth of her eyes.

It would be New Year's Eve the next day. She could imagine how elated Gregory would be when he received the money.

Also, she could seize that opportunity to hurry him to eliminate Gwendolyn.

Just then, Zachary knocked on the door before opening the door and entering her bedroom.

Felicia promptly sat up and called him sweetly, “Dad.”

“Fel, did Gwendolyn and Patrick get together?”