MR CEO

episode 3

A few days later, in the CEO's office at Lowen Group, Patrick was sitting behind his wide office desk with his head lowered as he signed some documents.

His assistant, Liam Derner, walked in and stood in front of the desk before reporting work to him.

“Mr. Lowen, I've obtained information about the daughter of the Ashton family. Her name is Felicia Ashton. She's 24 years old and the only child of Zachary Ashton."It was only then that Patrick slowly lifted his head. “Have you set up a meeting with her for me? We'll have dinner together tonight.”

Hector had slipped into a coma again after regaining consciousness for a brief moment, and it would be difficult for him to wake up again in the future.

Since his wish was for Patrick to marry the daughter of the Ashton family, the latter would naturally fulfill it.Liam replied, “I've arranged the meeting for half-past six in the evening at a private restaurant. Should I book the entire place, Mr. Lowen?”

After all, the person Mr. Lowen is meeting is his future wife. Hence, we must give her a grand treatment so that she'll be smitten with him. Although Mr. Lowen doesn't care about these things, I should help him plan thoroughly as his subordinate.

“There's no need for that.”

Liam smiled upon hearing that. “Understood, Mr. Lowen.”I don't believe that Mr. Lowen has any interest in men at all. But for some reason, the news made it seem so believable that even Old Mr. Lowen kept worrying about his s****l orientation. How nice it would be if Old Mr. Lowen were awake now? He would be able to watch as Mr. Lowen goes to meet his future wife.

After taking Juliette's temperature, Gwendolyn confirmed that the girl's fever had completely subsided.Juliette hugged her doll close to her chest. Her face was thinner than before, giving Gwendolyn the impression that her daughter had shrunk in size.

“I'm well now and don't have to eat the bitter medicine anymore, right, Mommy?” she whined.

Gwendolyn smiled as she reached out to caress Juliette's curly locks.

“Yes, you've recovered now. Remember not to eat too many sweets in the future. Otherwise, you'll get sick again.”The little girl was around two pounds lighter than her brothers when she was born, weighing only around four pounds.

Raising her was tough, as she could only fall asleep while being carried since she was a baby and would cry as soon as she was put down.

It was also easy for Juliette to get sick, so it was not the first time Gwendolyn rushed to the hospital barefoot with the little girl in her arms, each time frightening Gwendolyn out of her wits.Even though both her sons had gone to school, the little girl was still at home, so Gwendolyn could not attend job interviews for the time being. However, at the thought that she had spent more than twenty thousand on medical fees this time and there was not much money left on her card, she knew that she had to think of a way to earn money.

In actuality, there was still half a million on the card, but she refused to touch it, as she did not know who had sent her the money.She subconsciously concluded that it must have been her grandfather who had sent it to her.

In the past, she knew that she was hopeless and had embarrassed her grandfather, so she could not bring herself to go home to see him, much less use his money.

Gwendolyn went to the balcony to take the laundry in and spotted the expensive coat as she was hanging the clothes in the wardrobe. She had sent it for dry cleaning a few days ago and was planning to return it to him on this day.Upon finding out the phone number of Patrick's assistant, she gave him a call, which went through quickly.

“Are you Mr. Derner?” she inquired.

Liam answered, “Yes, I am. May I know who this is?”

“My name is Gwendolyn Ashton. Previously, Mr. Lowen lent me a coat, so I wish to return it to him. Is he free today?”

The assistant glanced at the man in the private room before sending her the address.

“Come to this place. Mr. Lowen is having his meal here.”Liam did not think much about it. After all, there has never been a woman by Mr. Lowen's side, so maybe the caller is just a friend.

After hanging up, Gwendolyn said to Juliette, “Accompany me to a place. Let's have dinner there, okay?”

Juliette, who had grown bored after staying home for days, cheered and leaped in joy. “Yay!”

Just then, the housekeeper, Camille, returned. She was carrying groceries, having gone out earlier to buy them.As she was single and had been with Gwendolyn for six years, she treated the latter's family as if they were her own.

Upon seeing Juliette put on a furry coat with rabbit prints, Camille smiled before asking, “Are you going out with your mommy, Juliette?”

The little girl was a miniature version of Gwendolyn and could charm anyone with her cute expression and large, blinking eyes.Coupled with her sweet voice and pink coat, she looked extremely adorable.

Gwendolyn picked up the bag that contained the coat before holding Juliette's hand.

“I'm heading out for a bit, Ms. Ziegler. Please pick up the boys when school ends.”

Camille smiled. “Will do. Have fun with Juliette.”

Her thoughts wandered back to a few days ago when Juliette fell very ill while she was visiting her hometown. After that, Camille decided that she would not go anywhere in the future.She would remain at home and take care of the three children.

Overjoyed, Juliette said to the housekeeper, “I'll bring some delicious food back for you later, Ms. Ziegler!”

Anyone could tell that the little girl had fully recovered.

“All right, then. Thank you, Juliette.”

As she was heading out, Gwendolyn remembered that she had to pay Camille her wage soon. "I really have to find another part-time job."She drove her second-hand Fiat to the private restaurant, and Juliette could not hold back her excitement as they entered the building.

“Wow, the dishes here look so good! I must order some food for takeaway for Justin, Julian, and Ms. Ziegler.”

The little girl was a foodie, and her appetite was better than her two older brothers despite being skinny and frail-looking, seemingly unable to gain weight.

“All right. You can go ahead and order the food afterward. I'll go and return the coat.”After choosing a table by the window, Gwendolyn put down her bag before heading toward the nearby private room.

Meanwhile, Juliette picked up the menu. Although she could not read, she knew how to order food by looking at the pictures.

As she was walking toward the private room, Gwendolyn spotted a familiar figure—Felicia. "I haven't seen her for six years, and she has changed a lot. It seems that she has undergone plastic surgery as she's way prettier than before."However, she looks like a typical influencer. Nothing special about her.

Upon seeing that Felicia had entered VIP Room 101, Gwendolyn went up to the man at the door and asked, “Excuse me. Are you Mr. Derner?”

She had sent Liam a message informing him that she had arrived just now, to which he had replied that he would be waiting for her at the door.

Liam saw the woman before him, who was clad in a black coat and slim-fit pants that showcased her long legs. Surprise flashed across his eyes.She was the epitome of beauty with her pretty face and lithe figure.

“Yes. Are you Ms. Ashton?”

Gwendolyn nodded slightly before asking, “Who is the woman that entered the room just now?”

“She's Mr. Lowen's fiancée,” Liam answered with a smile.

After Gwendolyn heard that, her face fell as she instantly lost the good impression she had of Patrick. She had originally planned to return the coat to him while thanking him in person.

However, she changed her mind.Since he is Felicia's boyfriend, there's no need for us to meet again in the future, let alone say thank you.

“This is his coat. Please help me return it to him.”

With that, she turned and left, heading back to her daughter.

Liam was stunned momentarily. He thought of stopping her but immediately decided against it. It's Mr. Lowen's first time meeting his fiancée. It'll be hard to explain if a woman came to return his coat now.

When Gwendolyn returned to their table, she discovered that Juliette was missing.