The Runaway Groom

Erma looked sharp, but she could not even persuade that babysitter? “If words don't work, pay her!" Vivian snapped.

Zachary had hired that woman as a babysitter anyway, and she was probably not that rich!

“Pay... her?" Erma stammered. "But where would I have the money?" "What..." Vivian choked and had to take a deep breath to calm down. "Go talk to her again tonight, and name a price within thirty grand. Once you come to an agreement, I'll wire her the money!"

Thirty grand!

Erma was delighted to hear the number and nodded repeatedly. "Okay, okay—don't worry, I'll find her again!"

She was delighted even as she hung up.

if Vivian did pay her that much, she might be able to siphon off some

her, she hurried towards the gates—if she recalled correctly, there was a nearby store

a store assistant promptly approached Lulu when she saw her. It was an affluent neighborhood, after all—most of

at the baby in her arms. "This must be your daughter. She's so adorable—she looks

to look at the rows of baby products. "Do you have clothes for children? It's getting warmer these

promptly went on to show and elaborate

assistants that enthusiastic

the clothes by herself. She preferred simple, comfortable ones instead

like to check out the strollers,” she

assistant nodded repeatedly and enthusiastically. "Of course. Everything we have are high grade and imported. Check these out..." When she was done, she returned to