Chapter 92 From Now On, You’ll Get a Gift Every Birthday

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Chapter 92 From Now On, You’ll Get a Gift Every Birthday

Goodness gracious, if a table can seat ten people, wouldn’t a hundred tables mean a thousand people?! Hecate exclaimed and commented blankly, “That’s quite a large family you have there.”

She was genuinely shocked by the large scale of Jonathan’s extended family.

Hecate’s reaction amused Kevin, and he thought Donald’s family was quite interesting.

With Emilia’s episode out of the picture, those drinking drank away, and the others. discussing the wedding finalized the plan, quickly livening up the atmosphere.

Emilia, herself, after being enlightened by her grandson, wanted to interject several times. However, she was clueless as to what everyone was talking about, so she was left frustrated and unable to join in the conversation.

Meanwhile, Angela sat down and lovingly caressed the gold earrings her uncle had given her. This was real gold, surely bought using his own savings, costing him a fortune.

“Do you like gold?” Jonathan asked softly, tilting his head.

Angela pursed her lips, closing the red velvet box. The question of wealthy people was always so plain and simple. “Who doesn’t?”

Jonathan relaxed in his wheelchair, looking at Angela. “I’ll get you gold every year on your birthday, then.”

“Does that mean I don’t get one this year?” Angela asked cautiously after a pause.

one this year?” Angela as

It’s my twentieth birthday this year. You can at least make me an empty promise. Hmph, stingy

Jonathan!

Jonathan chuckled, tilting his chin toward the red paper that was sprinkled gold in her hands. “Isn’t this enough?”

Angela frowned, feeling a pang of bitterness. Huh, you make it sound as if I really dare claim these things as my own. It’s all just an act. I ultimately have to return everything to you!

Still, her curiosity was piqued. So, she tentatively unfolded the papers, wanting to know what kind of betrothal gifts rich people received.

behold, she was shaken up by the first

string of eights made Angela’s eyes blur. “A mansion in Riviera

MM

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a red Porsche 911…”

just released this year,

for Angela, and she couldn’t help turning to Jonathan, bleating, Jonathan, this is insane! Who gives

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are all about auspiciousness, and combined with the fact that I’m their eldest grandson, it’s only natural that they would put in an auspicious number,” Jonathan replied plainly as though it was barely any money, and Angela shouldn’t be

some dishes onto Angela’s plate. “Eat up. We still have things to do in

worries right now, for she was still reeling in shock at the value of the betrothal gifts. Who else in all of Riverdon can actually pull up such an act?! What’s

finally realized why there were so many robbers in this decade and why people envied those rich folks who casually spent millions or billions when the average

all

from Emilia’s episode, the meal

father and Bruce, was the first to fall, face flushed from all the liquor he

can drink more than

was a Brydist and hadn’t eaten meat for years. While picking some

outside the lobby in advance. He efficiently arranged for the two elderly gentlemen to be taken home first, then instructed the servers to prepare some

for Angela, she ate the dessert Jonathan ordered for her while waiting for her

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a moment, she thought, other than showing up, she and Jonathan didn’t have to worry. about any part of their wedding. It was all swiftly sorted out by

she blushed, feeling a bit of a tummy

washroom,” she reported and scurried off

felt a bit disheartened and mortified. What can be more despairing than overeating in front

wiping her hands dry with tissue. someone suddenly grabbed her arm and

are you doing here?” Christopher

around, her face enveloped in iciness as she endured the pain

this bestand is

I supposed to acquire your permission to go anywhere? Lunatic!” With zero patience, Angela flung

cursed

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