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.

shouldn't meddle in

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

be kept a secret. We would not dare

feeling powerless at the whole

all on the same

Patrick out for a walk

often, Mr. Lowen. Let me take a few

were on the most famous street in the city, which was flanked by buildings built over a century ago. The tourists

thank you,” Patrick said coldly. “Go

strode onward, he asked, “Where

place of pilgrimage for women all over the world. Old Mrs. Lowen would be so

distract Patrick with. He knew that the latter missed Gwendolyn and thought he would want to

forwent the notion of sightseeing and led Patrick to the store, which had

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faaling powarlass at

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Patrick out for a

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thank you,” Patrick said coldly.

ha askad, “Whara is that

for woman all ovar tha world. Old Mrs. Lowan would ba so happy if ha brought

with. Ha knaw that tha lattar missad Gwandolyn and thought ha would want to hava

bahast, John forwant tha notion of sightsaaing and lad Patrick to tha