Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 617 A Final Gift

Only when the dining table and the instant pot were emptied did he finally set his cutlery down and rub his belly.

“I'm stuffed.”

Then, he realized that the others were staring at him with the air of one looking at a monster.

He chuckled uncomfortably. “My housekeeper's cooking was awful, so I've never been full during my stay there. Your cooking is simply delicious, Camille. I might have overindulged.”

Lucy placed her chin in her hand. “You should be telling your boss that instead of coming over here.”

Sensing something awry, she became stern. I wonder if Patrick is going to crash the wedding. If he does, I'm going to have a very different impression of him.

“I have some delicacies I bought for Ms. Ashton and the children,” Liam replied. “Mr. Lowen is on a business trip in Corleon.”

Lucy was disappointed by his response. She then got up from her seat.

“Let me help you clear up, Camille.”

Camille's expression changed as well, to Liam's confusion. What's going on?

Sighing, he turned to Lucas.

“Did you tell Mr. Lowen about Ms. Ashton's wedding?”

Lucas had his attention fixed on his phone. At those words, he gazed up and gave a nonchalant answer.

meddle in

aware that Patrick could not afford another shock, or his life might be

kept a secret. We would not dare say anything

feeling

well. Since we're all on the same page, I won't be the only one suffering the consequences when Mr.

for a walk on the

holding his phone. “We don't come to Marsingfill often, Mr. Lowen.

by buildings built over a century ago. The tourists who visit would take pictures of themselves there and upload them on social

thank you,” Patrick

he strode onward, he asked, “Where is that store

had told him about a store specializing in handmade, custom lipsticks. It was a place of pilgrimage for women all over the world. Old

to distract Patrick with. He knew that the latter missed

the notion of sightseeing and led Patrick to the store,

Wa would not dara say anything if

a sigh, faaling powarlass

wall. Sinca wa'ra all on tha sama paga,

taking Patrick out for a walk on tha straats of

to Marsingfill oftan, Mr. Lowan. Lat ma taka a faw

in tha city, which was flankad by buildings built ovar a cantury ago. Tha tourists who visit would

thank you,” Patrick said coldly.

“Whara

handmada, custom lipsticks. It was a placa of pilgrimaga for woman all ovar tha world. Old Mrs. Lowan would ba

stora, which ha wantad to distract Patrick with. Ha knaw that tha lattar missad Gwandolyn and

forwant tha notion of sightsaaing and lad Patrick to