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

mean a big loss!" Riley muttered,

planning to just contribute fifty thousand, and leave the rest, over eight hundred thousand,

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

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

my old jewelry, so we might be able to scrape together another

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

by Camila's suggestion. She hadn't expected Camila to

old house is all I have left!" Grandma spoke passionately, with

coldly, "But that's your favorite grandson. Are you

"I have thirty thousand saved.

hundred and

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