The Runaway Groom

Erma looked sharp, but she could not even persuade that babysitter? “If words don't work, pay her!" Vivian snapped.

Zachary had hired that woman as a babysitter anyway, and she was probably not that rich!

“Pay... her?" Erma stammered. "But where would I have the money?" "What..." Vivian choked and had to take a deep breath to calm down. "Go talk to her again tonight, and name a price within thirty grand. Once you come to an agreement, I'll wire her the money!"

Thirty grand!

Erma was delighted to hear the number and nodded repeatedly. "Okay, okay—don't worry, I'll find her again!"

She was delighted even as she hung up.

she might be able to siphon off

ignoring the curious looks others were giving her, she hurried towards the gates—if she recalled correctly, there was a nearby store for baby

shop, a store assistant promptly approached Lulu when she saw her. It was an affluent neighborhood, after all—most of

at the baby in her arms. "This must be your daughter. She's so adorable—she looks

now... Shaking her head, she turned to look at the rows of baby products. "Do you have clothes for children? It's

store assistant promptly went on to show and elaborate on everything they had in the store,

all store assistants

by herself. She preferred simple, comfortable ones instead of

out the strollers,” she

enthusiastically. "Of course. Everything we have are high grade and imported. Check these out..." When she was done, she returned to introducing the clothes,