Perfect CEO
Chapter 218

Chapter 218

Stroking Felicia's back gently, Candace said, “Fel, your father and I won't let Patrick off easily. Ourdaughter is not a pushover. We'll make him pay for this.”

Felicia cried so hard that her makeup was smudged. She looked at the guests below the stage.

Happiness was written all over their faces as they ate with great relish.

They're really ruthless. Can't they see that I'm so upset? It seems like they're all here to have a goodlaugh at me. She bit her lip and swore in her mind. I must win Patrick over. By then, this will serve as aslap in everyone's faces.

She believed that she was Patrick's legitimate wife and that she was the only one who was worthy ofhim.

Meanwhile, after Gwendolyn got into the van, the few men stared at her lasciviously. Every now andthen, they would glimpse at her chest as well as her dress which had a high slit.

She blocked their view with her hand as her eyes dimmed.

I was in such a rush just now that I didn't even have time to change my clothes. Later, I have to changethem. If not, it will be inconvenient to save Juliette in this dress.

One of the men rubbed his chin and said, “Eugene, this woman looks really gorgeous. I've never seena woman this beautiful. I wonder what she'd taste like.”

The man next to him elbowed him and said, “They only want money. It's better if you don't touch her.”

Feeling somewhat disappointed, the chubby man said, “The task is completed as soon as we receivethe money. Whatever happens next has got nothing to do with them. I want to get a taste of her.”

With his eyes narrowed, Eugene said, “Sure. We'll see how it goes when we get the money.”

She clenched her fists slightly upon hearing those bastards' words. She was itching to punch them.

Ever since she injured someone, she had stopped using violence. However, on this day, she couldbarely hold herself back.

Yet, when she thought of Juliette, she forced herself to keep calm and only deal with the men afterrescuing her daughter.

After a ride that took more than an hour, the van finally stopped.

Gwendolyn asked, “Mister, do you have spare clothes? Can you lend me a set? It's too cold outside. I'llfreeze to death if I go out like this.”

She was in such a great hurry when she returned that she forgot to grab her coat. She just got directlyinto her car. Then, when she arrived home, she did not enter the house as well. She got into their vanstraight away.

If she got off the vehicle now, she would be frozen to death.

After all, it was late winter at that moment. The temperature outside was merely around one to two

degrees.

Eugene glanced at Gwendolyn indifferently and got off the car. He walked to the trunk, took out a filthymilitary coat, and then threw it at her. “Get out of the car once you've put it on.”

Swiftly putting on the coat, Gwendolyn thought that it was good enough to keep herself warm despitelooking a little unsightly.

She tore off the edges of her dress, threw them away, and then buttoned up her coat.

The length of the coat was just right as it reached her ankle. Lowering her head, she noticed that herhigh heels were already gone. She believed that she might have lost them when she left the houseearlier. Now, she could only go barefoot. Her toes curled up slightly.

She could already imagine the feeling of stepping on the icy ground. However, these worries wereunimportant to her at such a crucial moment.

Her priority was to go to Juliette's side and comfort her, telling her not to be afraid.

Gwendolyn proceeded to get off the vehicle. When her feet touched the ground, the bitter chill in the airbit at her soles as her heart skipped a beat.

Without hesitation, she followed the two men into the dilapidated residential building.

The stairs were dark and mucky, and the walls were covered with numerous advertisement flyers, suchas locksmiths, curing various diseases, and job hiring.

Climbing onto the first flight of stairs and seeing the lights of the corridor come on, Gwendolyn scannedthe contents of the advertisement flyers.

Eugene turned around and glanced at her. “If you want to see your daughter, you'd better move quick.Don't get lost.”

Gwendolyn retracted her gaze and scurried her way upstairs, following him closely.

As they arrived on the sixth floor, they knocked on one of the iron doors. Just as it was pushed openfrom inside, someone came out and asked, “Did you bring her?”

The chubby man pointed at Gwendolyn and answered, “That's the child's mother.”

“Are you sure? You'd better not lead any cops here.”