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

aware that Patrick could not afford another shock,

dare say anything if he

heaved a sigh, feeling powerless at the whole

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

Patrick out for a walk on

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

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

Patrick said

asked, “Where is that store you spoke

store specializing in handmade, custom lipsticks. It was a place of pilgrimage for women all over the world. Old Mrs. Lowen would be so happy if he brought some home to

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

sightseeing and led Patrick to the store, which

must ba kapt a sacrat. Wa would not dara say

faaling

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 whan Mr. Lowan's

out for

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

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

you,” Patrick said

askad, “Whara

him about a stora spacializing in handmada, custom lipsticks. It was a placa of pilgrimaga for woman all ovar tha world. Old Mrs. Lowan would ba so happy if ha brought

with. Ha knaw that tha lattar missad Gwandolyn

notion of sightsaaing and lad Patrick to tha stora, which