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    A spotlight followed Iker as he descended the stairs and made his way to the center of the stage.


    Dressed in a simple yet elegant suit, he appearedposed, his face ruddy.


    “Ha-ha! They say a joyful heart brings good health. And today, you can see that Mr. Wilson is ted, surrounded by so many here to celebrate his special day!” The apuse continued.


    Iker gazed down at the sea of guests, each face turned toward him with admiration. The feeling of standing at the pinnacle of power washed over him, filling him with satisfaction.


    Even those who might not care for him still had to show respect in his presence.


    His eyes roamed the crowd, and as expected, Norah was nowhere in sight. He cleared his throat and began to speak.


    “The Wilson family used to keep a low profile,” Iker said, his voice strong and clear, echoing through the room. “But we’ve always kept a close eye on everything happening in Glophia. Over the past few years, since we’ve made oureback, I’m sure many of you havee to know more about us. Your presence here tonight means a lot—it’s a favor to me.”


    Iker spoke with ease,fortable in the spotlight, his tone full of confidence. He remembered the birthday party he’d hostedst year, when he’d been just as thrilled.


    But today, there was something that excited him even more.


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    He stood on stage, talking for over ten minutes, while the crowd below listened attentively—not because they wanted to, but because they feared what ignoring him might mean.


    Finally, Iker wrapped up with a grin. “Thank you all foring to celebrate with me. Please, enjoy yourselves.”


    The host took over,ughing warmly as he grabbed the microphone. “Ha ha! Mr. Wilson sure knows how to keep things light. Now, let’s move on to the next part of the evening—the family blessing.”


    Hank, Iker’s son, pushed a towering twelveyer cake toward the stage. He had looked around for his mother and sister earlier, but since he couldn’t find them, he came to the stage on his own.


    Hank stood before Iker, his voice steady. “Happy birthday, Dad. I wish you good health and a long life.”


    Iker smiled warmly. “Thank you, Hank.”


    He didn’t ask about Mindy and Elsa just yet, figuring they were held up dealing with something rted to Norah.


    The host chimed in with friendly praise, and the room’s mood remained light andfortable.


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