Chapter 480


    “No need to bother yourself with the cleaning.” Arabe, busy with what she was doing, said casually,


    “It’s just a small matter, there’s no need for your folks to help.” She had her own people to assign


    tasksito.


    “Alright, if you need help, remember to find me.” Alberto said with a cheerful smile, “By the way, you


    aced your college entrance examination; we old folks have prepared a little gift for you and already had


    it sent over to your ce.”


    Arabe waspletely focused on the massager in front of her, her voice indifferent: “Hmm, I saw it, I


    haven’t opened it yet. Is it another new house?” Alberto immediately denied: “I wouldn’t be as tacky as


    Grandpa Charles!”


    “Is it jewelry? essories?”


    “That’s something an old–fashioned guy like Grandpa Beck would do, not me!” Alberto said this with


    some pride.


    “Then is it a rare antique? An expensive painting?”


    “No, no, no, that’s Grandpa Nelson’s style; what I gave is totally different!”


    “Is it a bank card?”


    “Only Grandpa Tanner would give such a straightforward gift.”


    “Oh, I see, it’s shares.”


    “Clever girl, you guessed it so quickly? Was my gift too predictable?” Alberto thought she wouldn’t


    guess it, but she figured it out in less than 30 seconds.


    “Your gifts are always these things, indeedcking some novelty.” Although she said so, Arabe knew


    they had given her the best: “No need to give anything in the future.”


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    “No, we give you gifts because we’re happy.” Alberto said this, nced at the time, and sighed


    helplessly, “Alright, I have a meeting to attend; I’ve got to go. When can you maturé à bit and help me


    manage thepany? I also want to live an easy life.”


    “I’m still young; you hang in there for a few more decades.”


    “You little brat, you don’t care about me at all! Alright, call me when you have time! You can also tell me


    if you have any problems. Don’t seek help from other old folks; they always nag non–stop, which is


    really annoying! Juste to me; you cane to me for anything.”


    Arabe couldn’t help butugh. “Alright.”


    The next day.


    Olga stormed into room 301, and as soon as she entered, she angrily questioned, “Mom, how could


    you do this? Have you lost your mind? You actually left a will in the Solterra will vault in advance, and


    you gave all the stuff at home to Arabe? How could you do this? Have you considered our


    feelings?”


    She didn’t even use honorifics when talking to the olddy; she was so angry that her whole body was


    trembling.


    Grace was sitting on the bed, reading the book Arabe had given her previously. Hearing this, she


    looked up, unhappily asking, “It’s my stuff; I can give it to whoever I want. What right do you have to


    barge in and question me? Did I agree for you toe in? Out! Knock the door again!”


    Attlee was trying hard to pull Olga back; although he was angry, he wasn’t as impulsive as his wife.


    Olga wanted to talk to the olddy more but was pulled away by Attlee.