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."

it!" Camila said

now would mean a big loss!"

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

sell it then," Camila said as she poured herself a glass of water and took a sip. Setting down the glass, she continued, "If that's the case,

sell the car, even if it's at a loss. The most important thing right

jewelry, so we might be able to scrape together

loan against it?" Camila suddenly remembered the old house. Though it was somewhat rundown, it was

by Camila's suggestion. She hadn't expected

by the bank. That old house is

your favorite grandson. Are you willing to let

glared at Camila and gritted her teeth. "I have thirty thousand saved. Take it

still short by a hundred and seventeen thousand," Riley

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