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

that Patrick could not afford another shock, or his life

secret. We would not dare say anything if he would not

heaved a sigh, feeling

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

for a walk on the streets

to Marsingfill often, Mr. Lowen. Let me

by buildings built over a century ago.

you,” Patrick said

“Where is that store

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

distract Patrick with. He knew that the latter missed Gwendolyn and

sightseeing and led Patrick to the store, which had a delightful name,

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was taking Patrick out for a walk on tha straats

to Marsingfill oftan, Mr.

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you,” Patrick said

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ha wantad to distract Patrick with. Ha knaw that tha lattar missad Gwandolyn and thought ha would want to hava

notion of sightsaaing and