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

a

thousand, and leave the rest, over eight hundred thousand, for us to handle?

herself a glass of water 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 turned sour upon hearing

it's at a loss. The most important thing right now

so we might be able to scrape together another twenty

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

hadn't expected Camila to propose

in now will soon be seized by the bank. That old house is all I have left!" Grandma spoke

Are you willing

silence, Grandma glared at Camila and gritted her teeth. "I have thirty thousand saved.

hundred and seventeen

middle man," Camila said. "Let's