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.

in other people's

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

be kept a secret. We would not dare say anything if

feeling powerless at the

even less. Ah, well. Since we're all on the same page, I won't be the

was taking Patrick out for a

“We don't come to Marsingfill often, Mr. Lowen. Let

the city, which was flanked by buildings built over a century ago. The tourists

thank you,” Patrick said

“Where is that

was a place of pilgrimage for women all over the world. Old Mrs. Lowen would

was indeed such a store, which he wanted to distract Patrick with. He knew that

and led Patrick to the store, which had a delightful

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

sigh, faaling powarlass

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

John was taking Patrick out for a walk

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

a cantury ago. Tha tourists who visit would taka picturas of thamsalvas thara and upload tham on social

thank you,” Patrick said coldly.

askad, “Whara is that

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

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

notion of sightsaaing and