Chapter 387: All Trash Right?!

Confidence was her only hope now. If she gave it like it was worthless, it would look like an insult. But if she presented it like it mattered, maybe, just maybe, it would gain weight in the eyes of others.

She stopped before Somto, lifted the pillow gently with both hands, and looked him in the eyes.

“It’s all I have on me,” she said quietly. “But it’s mine. Always with me. Maybe it’ll bring you luck.”

Somto’s gaze didn’t move. It stayed fixed on her.

And in that long pause, the audience erupted.

The whispering started from the VIP guests.

“Is that a—handkerchief?”

“You must be joking…”

“That’s what she’s giving the king?”

“From gems to a piece of cloth?”

Livestream comments flooded in.

“Girl be serious.”

“No because what is that?!”

“She EMBROIDERED it tho?”

“Honestly I think it’s kinda brave??”

“Somto better not sneeze on that.”

“Imagine gifting a scented square in front of the world.”

at least she didn’t

laughed. Others cringed. A few respected her courage, but

his hand. Ebere looked

unprepared. Abuchi blinked like he was still trying to understand what

frozen. He couldn’t

at

up at

rippling through the crowd, as whispers grew teeth and opinions hardened, Nnenna was just about to turn around and scurry off the stage, cheeks

hadn’t even looked back at Somto. She didn’t want to see

Then

is the best

through

Everyone froze.

Queen Chioma: “…”

Abuchi: “!!!”

Obinna: “..?”

Ebere: “.??”

Chidera: “???”

The online crowd: “…”

The offline crowd: “…”

Somewhere, a wine glass shattered. The orchestra flutist missed

you?! This was the best gift you’ve ever received?!” King Seungho nearly choked on his

inlaid scepter handle I personally commissioned with the royal jewelers of Daryoon must be a glorified

of Vesdara, Kelmira, and

artwork that took three royal artists and a calligraphy monk a month

vault, selected from the rarest batch aged over four years and scented

eye twitched. “Elite guards? Servants? We sent hand trained, multilingual warriors and etiquette tutors. Did… did he

muttering to himself. “Estate deeds are now

edition gadget was printed with titanium lace filament! It runs on neural heat signals! Is this scented cloth running on

by other CEOs? Oh, just elaborately shaped cookies, apparently. One CEO was seen quietly googling, “How to become

to make statues cry, was

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