I Love You, Miss Genius

After opening it, successive gasps could be heard. This was because lying in the box was a whiskey of extraordinary quality. "This whiskey looks rare," a liquor-savvy uncle remarked after a while.

Bonnie nodded. "I heard from Jim that Grandpa Melvin likes to drink, so I had someone acquire this for him."

"Shouldn't the value of this whiskey be the same as that pearl necklace?" Kramer couldn't help asking.

"What do you know?" The uncle retorted. "With this size and such perfect preservation, it can't be measured in terms of money."

"W-What does that mean?" Kramer was a bit confused.

"It means this kind of whiskey is priceless. It's not something ordinary people can buy."

The entire banquet hall fell silent. Only the sound of breathing could be heard.

Melvin handed the gift back to Bonnie. "Ms. Bonnie, this gift is too precious. I-I can't accept it. And that pearl necklace, we can't accept it either."

Bonnie turned to Jim, who understood and looked at his grandparents.

"You should accept them. This is her heartfelt gesture. She came all this way. Won't it be disappointing if she had to take it back?"

words

said so,

Jim, "Who exactly is

can't say now. It's inconvenient. I'll tell you after

"Okay."

went up to Bonnie, and Kramer

longer considered Bonnie a gold-digger. However, her gaze toward Bonnie was more hostile, seeing her as

you from a wealthy family

her head and said,

"Don't lie to me."

convinced Bonnie must be. Otherwise, why would she be

acknowledge that you have

and disposition than I do. But so what? I have a good academic record and even placed second in our county's literary

is not superficial about looks. Also, my Jim and I grew up

After a sip Elsa

Juice, Bonnie

said, "Good luck, strive

wife soon,