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Gwendolyn snapped back to her senses before she asked, “Ah, you've arrived?”

Benjamin nodded slightly. “Yes, we agreed to watch a movie together today.”

After Gwendolyn hung up the phone, she patted her face.

Then, she mumbled to herself, “Gwendolyn, don't you want to be with Benjamin? Forget what happened this morning. Forget what Patrick said and stay away from him.”

After that, she hurriedly packed her things and left the CEO's office with her bag.

Since it was time to get off work, there were many people in the elevator. Gwendolyn was then squeezed into the corner.

In the elevator, several female colleagues started discussing Patrick's engagement.

“Hey, is the CEO's secretary in quite a bad mood recently?”

“That's for sure. Mr. Lowen is about to get engaged. She has no hope of being with him anymore.”

“But Mr. Lowen has put her desk in his office. Will the future CEO's wife find it weird?”

“You don't understand. Rich men enjoy playing around. They keep their wives at home, but they have many other women outside. Mr. Lowen is so handsome that even I'm willing to be his secret lover.”

“Yeah, same.”

As Gwendolyn listened to them, she felt that every word was reminding her that if she ended up with Patrick, she would turn the rumor into the truth.

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