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?” Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

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.”

“Sell it!” Camila said decisively.

“Selling it now would mean a big loss!” Riley muttered, clearly reluctant.

Camila laughed helplessly. “So you were planning to just contribute fifty thousand, and leave the rest, over eight hundred thousand, for us to handle? Wow... you really know how to plan ahead!”

Riley and Melinda remained silent, clearly conceding.

“Fine, don’t 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, your precious son can stay locked up.”

Riley and Melinda’s faces turned sour upon hearing this.

Grandma immediately stood up. “Let’s sell the car, even if it’s at a loss. The most important thing right now is to get Drew out.”

Melinda chimed in, “I can sell some of my old jewelry, so we might be able to scrape together another twenty thousand or so.”

“Grandma, what about the old family house 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 amount.

Grandma paused, taken aback by Camila’s suggestion. She hadn’t expected Camila to propose selling the old house.

“No, the house we live in now will soon be seized by the bank. That old house is all I have left!” Grandma spoke passionately, with tears welling in her eyes.

Camila scoffed coldly, “But that’s your favorite grandson. Are you willing to let him go to jail?”

After a moment of silence, Grandma glared at Camila and gritted her teeth. “I have thirty thousand saved. Take it all! But leave the old house alone!”

“We’re still short by a hundred and seventeen thousand,” Riley noted.

“I’ll contact a middle man,” Camila said. “Let’s sell the car first.”

...

At the hospital, Haylie woke up. Connor stayed a while after she woke, then left.

Once Connor was gone, Bee helped Haylie sit up.

Haylie cautiously surveyed her surroundings, ensuring they were alone. She asked softly, “What’s the public opinion like outside?”

Bee replied admiringly, “You really know what you’re doing, thinking of this way out. Despite the negative press, many online sympathize with you now. I believe the uproar will soon subside.”

A sly smile curled at the corner of Haylie’s mouth as she looked at the bandaged wound on her arm. “This cut was worth it,” she said coldly.

“Haylie, I’ve called Mr. Connor so many times but he hasn’t answered. I was worried he wouldn’t come.”

Haylie glanced at her ankle, smiling cunningly. “He’ll come. Given that he’s the reason I can never dance ballet again, I can hold that over him for life.”