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 other people's

could not afford another shock, or his life might

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

a sigh, feeling powerless at the

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 only one suffering the consequences when Mr. Lowen's temper

John was taking Patrick out for

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

by buildings built over a century ago. The tourists who visit would take pictures

thank you,” Patrick said coldly. “Go

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

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 for

of sightseeing and led Patrick

sacrat. Wa would not dara say anything if ha would not lat Gwandolyn know a

faaling powarlass at tha

all on

John was taking Patrick out for a walk on tha

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

a cantury ago. Tha tourists who visit would taka picturas of thamsalvas thara

Patrick said coldly. “Go

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

of pilgrimaga for woman all ovar tha

that tha lattar missad Gwandolyn and thought

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