Sir madame has run away again (Lily and Carson)

Chapter 318

“The dowry, of course. Honey, the situation could change at any time, so stay away for now, at least

until I sort this out. That will shut everyone up then.”

“Okay honey, but let me know if something happens.”

“Yes. You too. Be careful on the road.”

I hung up and packed while imagining how frustrated Carson was. He would have to resolve both the

issue with the whore and the issue of Eliza’s pregnancy. I wondered which one he would start with.

It would still be painful for him no matter what. He didn’t lose money, but his family would be

heartbroken. Since he was someone who would do anything for his family, he would be heartbroken if

they were hurt. Still, this was just the beginning of his pain, as there would be one more surprise

waiting for him. He would be furious about Jolene’s scam that caused him to lose everything. This

would be the price he would be paying for his lies, so I expected him to be a penniless beggar by now. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

While I was deep in thought, someone knocked on my door. I looked up and saw Eric. “Let’s go.”

I said fine and followed him outside. As usual, Georgie was waiting beside the car and, as usual, gave

me a dark look. I was used to it, so I got in the car without bothering.

Someone called Eric not long after we left. “Hey, Camille,” he said.

“I’m back, Eric.” Camille looked cute.

Eric gave a noncommittal grunt in response.

“I bought you a present. Guess what it is!”

“Can’t guess, sorry.”

“Oh, just take a guess”, she pleaded

“Tie? Buttons?” Eric made two crazy guesses. I thought it must be what Camille used to buy him.

“No. You have one more guess.”

“I can not understand.”

“Oh, I’ll tell you then. It’s a lucky charm.”

Eric just grunted, his expression unreadable.

“I’ll be waiting at home, so come and get it.”

“Not today,” he said.

“Do you have something to do?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, okay then. Good luck. Goodbye.” Noticing Eric’s indifference, she hung up.

I wondered if he turned it down because he promised to have dinner with me. Well, he said he hated

people who broke their promises after all. Guess I had to make my move then, so I looked at

him. “President Walker,” I began hesitantly. “It’s not every day that Ms. Sanders might come back, so

you should see her. We can still have dinner after this.”

The moment I said that, the temperature around us seemed to drop a few degrees centigrade.