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

it now would mean a big loss!" Riley muttered, clearly

fifty thousand, and leave the rest, over eight hundred thousand,

sip. Setting down the glass, she continued, "If that's

even if it's at a loss. The most important thing right now is to get

in, "I can sell some of my old jewelry, so we might be

back in our hometown? Could we get a loan against it?" Camila suddenly remembered the old house. Though it was somewhat rundown, it was still worth a significant

paused, taken aback by Camila's suggestion. She hadn't expected Camila

soon be seized by the bank. That old house

grandson. Are you

teeth. "I have thirty thousand saved. Take it all! But leave the old

a hundred and seventeen thousand," Riley

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