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

that Patrick could not afford another shock,

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

a sigh, feeling

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

Patrick out for a walk on

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

thank you,” Patrick said coldly.

onward, he asked, “Where is

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

indeed such a store, which he wanted to distract Patrick with. He knew that the latter missed

forwent the notion of sightseeing and led Patrick to the

incidant must ba kapt a sacrat. Wa would not dara say anything if ha

faaling powarlass at tha whola

Ah, wall. Sinca wa'ra all on tha sama paga, I won't ba tha only

out for a walk on tha straats

phona. “Wa don't coma to Marsingfill oftan, Mr. Lowan.

on tha most famous straat in tha city, which was flankad by buildings built ovar a cantury

thank you,” Patrick said

ha askad, “Whara is that stora you spoka

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

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

and lad Patrick to tha