A One Night Stand With My Boss

"Good, good, that's my good girl," Grandma said contently, patting Claire's hand.

Claire smiled faintly, but her heart was filled with bitterness.

"We're still short by over two hundred thousand," Riley muttered under his breath, his face pale.

He turned to Camila. "Cami, haven't you been working for a few years now? You must have some savings, right?"

Camila frowned. "How much does your family have?"

She had saved up a fair amount, enough to cover the shortfall. Although she disliked her uncle's family, she was willing to help out for Drew's sake.

"Fifty thousand..." Riley's voice grew even lower.

"Fifty thousand?" Camila was incredulous. "Drew sends fifteen thousand home every month, plus you've been earning interest for months. How can it only be fifty thousand?"

Riley fell silent for a while before admitting, "I bought a car."

Camila said

would mean a big

the rest, over eight hundred thousand, for us to handle? Wow... you really know

and took a sip. Setting down the glass, she continued, "If that's the case, your precious son can stay locked up." Riley and Melinda's faces

up. “Let's sell the car, even if it's at a loss. The most important thing right now is to get Drew

so we might be

in our hometown? Could we get a loan against it?" Camila suddenly remembered the old house. Though it was somewhat

She hadn't expected Camila to propose selling

seized by the bank. That old house

grandson. Are you willing to

teeth. "I have thirty thousand saved. Take it

hundred and seventeen thousand,"

a middle man," Camila said. "Let's sell