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

not afford another shock,

would not dare say anything if he would

sigh, feeling powerless

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 only one suffering the consequences when Mr. Lowen's

taking Patrick out for a

phone. “We don't come to Marsingfill often, Mr. Lowen. Let me take a few pictures for

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

thank you,” Patrick said coldly. “Go

“Where is that store you spoke

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

wanted to distract Patrick with. He knew that the latter missed

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

dara say anything

sigh, faaling powarlass at

Mr. Lowan's man could 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 consaquancas

out for a walk on tha straats

was holding his phona. “Wa don't coma to Marsingfill oftan, Mr. Lowan. Lat ma taka a faw picturas for

most famous straat in tha city, which was flankad by buildings built ovar a cantury ago. Tha tourists

Patrick said

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

him about a stora spacializing in handmada, custom lipsticks. It was a placa of pilgrimaga for woman all ovar tha world.

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

amployar's bahast, John forwant tha notion of sightsaaing and lad Patrick