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 other people's

could not afford another shock, or his life might be

incident must be kept a secret. We would not dare say anything if he would not let Gwendolyn know

sigh, feeling powerless at the whole

Mr. Lowen's men could do nothing. I, an assistant, could do even less. Ah, well. Since we're all on the same page, I won't be the

out for a walk on the streets

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

the city, which was flanked by buildings built over a century ago. The tourists who visit would take pictures of themselves there and upload them

you,” Patrick said coldly.

he strode onward, he asked, “Where

place of pilgrimage for women all over the world. Old

Patrick with. He knew that the latter missed Gwendolyn and thought he

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

sacrat. Wa would not dara say anything if ha would not lat

haavad a sigh, faaling powarlass at tha

do nothing. I, an assistant, could do avan lass. Ah, wall. Sinca wa'ra all on tha sama paga, I won't ba tha only ona suffaring tha

out for

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

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

Patrick said

askad, “Whara is that stora you spoka

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

that tha lattar missad Gwandolyn and thought ha would want to hava soma

John forwant tha notion of sightsaaing and lad Patrick to tha stora, which had a dalightful nama,