Perfect CEO

Chapter 50

Alice nearly spat out the mouthful of oatmeal porridge she had just swallowed. That wasn't what I meant! I was hinting that she should leave if she is busy. I can't believe the young lady misinterpret my words. She seems to possess a low EQ.

Felicia glanced at her watch. “Old Mrs. Lowen, should we go shopping later?”

She assumed that all women adored shopping, including elderly women like Alice.

As she seemed enthusiastic, Alice didn't reject her offer.

Since my eldest grandson left her with me, I should distract her accordingly.

“Sure!”

Meanwhile, Gwendolyn drove her new car back excitedly. It was fast, powerful, and boasted an automatic transmission. There was nothing to complain about it.

The car was red, but she loved it. After all, she got it for free.

I don't get it. Why did Patrick say there was something wrong with this car? He's too picky.

After arriving at her house, she parked the car carefully. When she got out of her car, her neighbor's son, Tommy, was basking in the sunlight outside his house.

He was chomping down on some peanuts when he saw Gwendolyn alighting from the car. At once, he

got to his feet and checked the car out.

“Gwen, did you get a new car?”

Gwendolyn was on good terms with her neighbors. They knew each other well and would often help each other out.

“No, my old car broke down, so my friend lent me a car he doesn't use.”

Tommy frowned. “Your friend must be rich, right? Is it Mr. Surrington?”

For the past two years, Zayden had often showed up here. Gwendolyn's neighbors knew he was pursuing her. Despite pitying her for having to bring the kids up alone, they assumed she was extremely lucky to have a suitor.

The Surrington family was an influential family in Avenport. Gwendolyn would become a rich man's wife if she were to marry into the Surrington family. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Gwendolyn shook her head. “No. It's another friend.”

After his initial curiosity, Tommy returned to his chair and continued snacking on peanuts while enjoying the warm sunlight.

Before Gwendolyn entered her house, she turned her head around and glanced at Tommy. Having a change of mind, she then marched toward him.

“Tommy, remember the loan you mentioned before, the one you said I could receive within a day? Is it

legit?” she asked.

As she seemed interested, Tommy swallowed the peanut in his mouth and responded, “Gwen, we've been neighbors for two to three years, haven't we? Do I look like a bad person who would swindle your money?”

Gwendolyn pondered over his words. Tommy wasn't a bad person despite idling around all day. When she needed help, he would definitely do his best to help her.

He wouldn't trick me.

Gwendolyn glanced around and confirmed no one was around before whispering, “I'd like to borrow five hundred thousand. How many days will it take for me to get the money?”

As Tommy told her the loan was interest-free save for the ten percent processing fee, she was interested in it.

“Gwen, if you need it today, you'll receive the money in your account by tonight,” came Tommy's answer.

If Gwen borrows five hundred thousand, I'll get fifteen thousand in commission. I've never had a proper job, and yet, I'm about to earn so much money in a month!

At the thought of getting that much money, he urged, “Gwen, if you want to get that loan, you'll have to hurry. I can't help you if my relative lends it to someone else.”

Hearing that, Gwendolyn was afraid someone else might beat her to it. She stated firmly, “I'll have it.

Please inform him on my behalf. I'll get the procedures done tomorrow.”

After their conversation ended, Gwendolyn heaved a sigh of relief.

The most important thing right now was to treat Melanie's condition. She was prepared to pawn her ring. It was worth over two million, so asking a mere five hundred thousand for it would be a huge loss.

When Gwendolyn stepped into the yard, the triplets were playing together.

The boys were doing their homework, and the little girl was having fun with a skipping rope.

After seeing her, Juliette ran over and demanded, “Gwendolyn Ashton, where have you been last night? Be honest with me!”