Chapter 3 Birthday Banquet

The eighth floor of Galaxy Hotel was bustling with excitement the next day.

The whole floor had been booked by the Pemberley family as they were celebrating the 80th birthday of their matriarch.

The Pemberley family was a third-rate family in Oceanheim with assets exceeding 200 million dollars.

At this moment, three generations of the Pemberley family were all gathered together, laughing and chatting.

“Grandma, this is the emerald bracelet I’m gifting you, worth 200 thousand dollars. Wishing you all the happiness and a long life,” said Jason Pemberley, the third-generation heir of the Pemberley family, with a smile.

“Grandma, this is the premium civet coffee I am gifting you, valued at 100 thousand dollars. I wish you a younger and more lively life.”

“Grandma, here is mine. This is a thousand-year-old medicinal herb dug from the snow-capped mountain, worth 160 thousand dollars…”

The old lady Anna Pemberley looked at the various gifts, laughed heartily, and repeatedly said, “Good, good, good, you are thoughtful.”

At this moment, Lucretia approached and handed over a piece of painting. “Grandmother, this is a painting by Xavier. I wish you good health and lots of smiles.”

In an instant, the smile on Anna’s face froze.

Lucretia’s cousin, Jessica, said in a sarcastic tone, “Lucretia, I hope your family can afford a decent gift. Today is Grandma’s 80th birthday, and you… didn’t seem to attach much importance to it.”

Her voice was not loud, but it was particularly scheming.

Originally, Lucretia had always outshone Jessica in the third generation of the Pemberley family.

However, since Lucretia got pregnant before getting married and ruined the Pemberley family’s reputation, she was kicked out of the Pemberley Group by Anna.

So, when she saw the opportunity just now, Jessica immediately started mocking with an air of arrogance.

“Jessica was right, Lucretia. What a loser you married! He can’t even afford to buy a gift. As a man, I feel embarrassed for him.

“In my opinion, Lucretia and her husband didn’t really care about Grandma’s birthday at all. Otherwise, how could they just send a simple painting?”

The younger generation of the Pemberley family kept making snarky remarks all the time.

When she heard this, Anna’s face darkened and turned as unpleasant as a grumpy cat.

created by Xavier, and explained, “Grandma, it’s the thought that counts. Even though

finished talking when Anna snatched the painting from her hand

granddaughter and grandson-in-law like you? Get lost,” Anna

herself, but she

My painting

Xavier Cavanaugh, a live-in

you are from Starhaven’s Eight Clans? Just relying on a single painting, you dare to

this is the guy you’re into? He’s all show and no substance, and he’s really

have money, don’t act like

she couldn’t speak for a moment

birthday gift for the old lady, but Xavier just said to her, “The

didn’t really care

prepared, and it was actually a painting that he

clothing, the painting created by Xavier might not be worth money, but at least it was a heartfelt gesture, so she decided

the painting in front

up the gift that Dad gave her?” Jenson looked

why do we have to sit on the farthest edge of

an air conditioner here,” Jenson said, looking around

and tenderly wiped the sweat off Jenson’s

a face that was exceptionally dark at this

being ridiculed,

time, Yara, dressed in a black overcoat, stepped off the plane, followed

and said, “Miss Yara, please get in

while her bodyguards got into two off-road vehicles that Edward had already

soon as she got in the car, Yara went straight

story of the Pemberley family hosting

slightly after hearing

my brother has been a live-in

“Yup,” said Edward.

and she teased, “Oh really? That’s interesting! Mr. Hernandez, get me ready for 100 million

family business for half a year and

limits. Just take out the 100 million dollars

said nothing more and quickly transferred 100 million dollars into Yara’s

minutes later, the black

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