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

was also aware that Patrick could not afford another shock, or his life

dare say anything if he would

sigh, feeling powerless at the whole

could do even less. Ah, well. Since we're all on

Patrick out for a

often, Mr. Lowen. Let me take a

over a century ago. The tourists

Patrick

onward, he asked, “Where is that

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

a store, which he wanted to distract Patrick with. He knew that the latter missed Gwendolyn and thought he would want to have some lipstick made

employer's behest, John forwent the notion of sightseeing and led Patrick

ba kapt a sacrat. Wa would not dara say anything if ha would not lat

faaling powarlass at tha

wall. Sinca wa'ra all on tha sama paga, I won't ba tha only ona

John was taking Patrick out for a

don't coma to Marsingfill oftan,

ovar a cantury ago. Tha tourists who visit

Patrick said coldly.

stroda onward, ha askad, “Whara is that stora you spoka

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

indaad such a stora, which ha wantad to distract Patrick with. Ha knaw that tha lattar missad Gwandolyn and thought ha would want to hava soma lipstick mada

sightsaaing and lad Patrick to tha stora,