Perfect CEO

Chapter 107

Lucy's dejection had Gwendolyn launched a final appeal to Lucas.

“Mr. Gomez, could you please help my friend? Melanie's a beautiful and bright kid. If we don't find a bone marrow donor soon, she'll only have half a year left to live.”

As her words fell, tears welled in her eyes.

Lucas took a sip from his teacup and croaked, “This is your plight. I'm sorry, but I can't help.”

His rejection was firm and brutal. Getting to her feet, Lucy gave him a bow and apologized, “Sorry for taking up your time then, Mr. Gomez.”

With that, she walked toward the door, utterly dispirited. Gwendolyn got up hastily when she noticed Lucy's behavior.

After shooting Lucas a bitter glance, Gwendolyn chased after Lucy.

“We'll think of something, Luce.”

Once they were outside Lucas' condominium, Lucy leaned into Gwendolyn and burst into tears.

Lucy stammered through her sobs, “I-I thought there was h-hope for Melanie. What should I do n- now?”

Gwendolyn was furious, yet she could hardly drag Lucas off to the operating theater. She felt as helpless as Lucy.

Eventually, she muttered, “The hospital is still looking for possible bone marrow donors, Luce. There are tons of people in this world. I'm sure there's another match out there.”

She paused for thought before suggesting, “Why don't you track down Melanie's father or his relatives? There's a higher chance for a match if they're blood-related.”

Lucy dried her tears, realizing that some things would always be outside her control.

She replied to Gwendolyn, “Okay. I'll try to contact them.”

She had been begging so many people for help these days that a few more hardly dented her pride.

With that, both women left The Estuary, Lucas' condominium.

In the meantime, Lucas dialed Patrick's number. The line only connected after a long time.

“What?” A man's cold and impatient voice drifted through the receiver.

Lucas smiled and teased, “Someone's in a bad mood without his personal secretary by his side.”

Kevin had told him all about Patrick browbeating Gwendolyn into working at his company. Patrick had made her his personal secretary, stationing her in his office where he could see her day in and day out.

At the moment, Patrick was sitting in his car with Felicia, and he was suffocating from the obscene amount of perfume the woman used.

“Out with it,” he grumbled, taking out his annoyance at the perfume on Lucas.

Years of friendship had numbed Lucas to Patrick's moods.

“Pat, do you know who came to my house just now?”

Having no interest in knowing about Lucas' visitors, Patrick deadpanned, “I'm busy. I'm hanging up.”

“Hold on a minute. Gwendolyn Ashton came to my house.”

Hearing that, Lucas immediately held his tongue. As expected, Patrick did not make good on his declaration to hang up, and Lucas failed to suppress his laughter.

Lucas ribbed, “Haha! Didn't you say you were busy? Go on, then. We can talk later.”

A stony-faced Patrick swallowed his pride and gritted out, “I'm not busy now. We can chat for a while.”

“Pfft,” Lucas snorted before he could help himself. Gwendolyn's the only one who can make our dear Mr. Lowen eat his words! Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Tell me,” Patrick demanded impatiently.

“She and her friend came over. They wanted me to donate my bone marrow.”

“Bone marrow?” Patrick scrunched his brows in confusion.

Lucas naturally would not agree to such a request. His present situation required him to keep his body

in tiptop condition. His job was dangerous and placed him in life-threatening situations. Only a healthy and strong body could ensure his best chance of survival.

Lucas elaborated, “Yes. Gwendolyn's friend is called Lucy, and her daughter needs a bone marrow transplant. Honestly, I pity the woman. I almost agreed until I remembered my job demands.”

“I see. Well, I'm hanging up,” came Patrick's reply.

His car had pulled into the parking space in front of the Lowen residence. Patrick led Felicia into the main house, and Hector's eyes rolled into his head when he saw them.

Seeing that, Alice shrieked in horror, “What's wrong, Hector? Do you feel unwell?”