?Chapter 602:


    Outwardly, she kept it together, but inside? She was absolutely losing it.


    Back in the living room, Elliana set down her utensils with a sigh of pure contentment. Jeff did the same, leaning back with a satisfied groan.


    That was when Myles finally spoke. “Ms. Marsh,” he said formally, “Mr. Evans knows how hard you’ve been working. He arranged for a personal chef from Ublento Hotel to prepare your meals. From now on, three meals a day will be delivered here. The chef will customize everything to your preferences.”


    Elliana didn’t even have to think. She knew the Ublento Hotel menu like she knew her own name. “Just rotate through their menu,” she said casually. “Switch it up every day.”


    The chef gave a polite bow. “Understood, Ms. Marsh.”


    But what Elliana didn’t know was that this chef wasn’t here just because of Cole. He was also acting under Matthew’s orders. In fact, this man was Ublento Hotel’s head chef—renowned, in-demand, and typically too busy running the hotel’s kitchens to take on private clients. But when Matthew found out Cole was hiring a personal chef for the owner of Regal Grove, Matthew sent this chef over.


    After such a satisfying meal, Elliana was in unusually high spirits. Her tone, even toward Myles, was lighter. “Tell Mr. Evans that today’s gift hit the mark,” she said, dabbing the corner of her lips with a napkin. “Definitely better than that diamond mine yesterday.”


    Myles smiled, visibly relieved to see her pleased. “I’ll pass that along. But, Ms. Marsh… The food was just a warm-up. Today’s actual gift hasn’t been revealed.”


    Elliana arched a brow. “Oh? Then where is it?”


    She nced behind him, expecting something dramatic. But the hallway was empty. No trucks. No golden crates. No line of men in ck suits. The past two days had been full of chaos—crowds of people delivering mountains of…


    Extravagant gifts. Compared to that, this felt underwhelming. She figured Cole had either downgraded today’s surprise or gottenzy and decided to just send a bank transfer.


    But before she could say anything, Myles stepped forward and held out a sleek ck folder with both hands. “Today’s gift list, Ms. Marsh. Please take a look.”


    Within seconds, Clifton, Kieran, Heather, and Damian rushed over, their curiosity piqued by the mystery of the third day’s gift. The moment Elliana opened the folder, they leaned in, practically hovering over her shoulder to catch a glimpse.


    As Elliana’s eyes scanned the document, her expression shifted from curious topletely stunned. Clifton let out a low whistle. Kieran actually swore under his breath. Heather gasped, nearly stumbling back. Damian blinked like he was trying to process what he’d just read.


    The tales you love are at g?lnσν???s?c?m


    The gifts for Day Three weren’t just grand—they were on an entirely different level. Compared to the previous days, today’s lineup was in a league of its own.


    First: cars. Not one or two. Not even ten. A fleet of luxury cars—every top brand and model imaginable, in every color from midnight ck to blush gold. Over a hundred of them were parked just outside Regal Grove, engines off, waiting for the gates to open.


    Second, private jets. Five in total. Each from a different manufacturer, each painted a unique color—custom-made. All prepped and ready tond the moment Elliana gave the word.


    But the third gift… That one defied logic. It wasn’t just extravagant. It was unreal. It was so unbelievable, in fact, that Elliana had to read it twice just to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating.


    .


    .


    .