A Film Queen

Chapter 133 The Birthday Gift

“It’s fine; we really don’t need it.”

Jonathan, who had just been rushing around urgently, was now slumped hack onto the sofa, his voice tinged with resignation.

Seeing his sudden change of mood, Ace paused before suggesting. “Jonathan, should I ask the driver to take us back to that secret room we were just in? Maybe it’s still there.”

Jonathan’s face remained impassive as he responded, “No, let’s just head back. It’s not that valuable. I don’t even want it anymore.”

Ace was confused.

Hadn’t Jonathan just been insisting on its importance? Why this sudden shift in attitude?

Do celebrities really change their minds so quickly?

Jonathan leaned back, closing his eyes and radiating a chilly aura that seemed to ward others off. Even Stephanie, who had been playfully trying to get his attention, hesitated to come closer now.

Maybe Jonathan alone understood the truth behind what he said just now.

That item, while crucial, was ultimately inconsequential.

As the fifth in the Burnett lineage, two years junior to his brother Xavier, Jonathan had always felt somewhat overshadowed. From his earliest years, his older siblings had carved out significant paths: the eldest as a prominent CEO and the second as a celebrated designer.

Meanwhile, his third and fourth brothers were stars in their fields, too.

Yet, he remained unremarkable.

In a family orbiting around successful figures, he often felt neglected. Even in times of crisis, a call to the family doctor was about as involved as anyone got with him.

With Anthony and his sister now in the picture, he felt even more like a ghost in the grand Burnett household.

envied his privileged life filled with wealth and status, but for him, these were just the traf

what life might be like in an ordinary family where even small achievements were recognised

such recognition

by a desire to carve out his own identity, he plunged into the entertainment industry, aspiring to dominate the spotlight and become a familiar face on screens

even though they did not share blood. Her calling him her

The Birthday

sweet voice like Stephanie,

him, the same unsightly, childish one that he had

Jordan and Anthony, leaving him feeling sidelined once again,

car was still

unhappy expression. He scoffed softly, leaned towards Milly, and whispered conspiratorially, “Ms. Milly, I

an eyebrow but chose to

not ignore the nagging feeling that Jonathan’s glances carried a trace of resentment, though

their thoughts, none of them noticed Stephanie sitting quietly in the corner,

to create a rift between Milly and her assistant

all the preparations in place, wouldn’t it be a shame to give

glanced at Michelle beside her, her intentions

scrutiny, met her eyes and gave a

and allowed

how you’ll

set, Ace completed his duties and departed after

Mr. Hawkins to

scenes.

sulky all day, carried a

lean back and rest in the van with his eyes closed, a gentle voice

He paused and turned.

towards him, battling against the wind. Her approach, with flushed checks and hair billowing,

was he

Stephanie: he should have felt resentment