Chapter 1110


    Making them writhe in agony without any detectable injury was something Dr. Bell could achieve with


    ease.


    “Uncle Sampson noticed it too?" Arabe couldn''t help but chuckle.


    "They probably still can''t figure out what''s going on,’ Sampsonughed. His refined demeanor was


    juxtaposed with his easy charm.


    “What do you think, Be?" Sampson''s gazended on his niece.


    Arabe knew that many tycoons, in a bid to make their Christmas Eve and Christmas Day


    celebrations stand out, would hire experienced event organizers to create themes and decoration.


    Some would even go on vacations or splurge on exclusive luxury items to enjoy the perks of being


    wealthy.


    Arabe observed as the entire venue was transformed into a dreamy Christmas wondend. All the


    maids were dressed as elves, and ballet dancers were entering from another door, it seemed a dance


    performance was on the cards for the evening.


    “Pretty good."


    Arabe''s approval led to a hefty bonus for the event organizers.


    The head organizer thanked her profusely, brimming with joy, before rushing off to manage the next


    segment of the event.


    "Be, dinner won''t be ready for another hour. Would you like to go back to your room and rest?"


    Sampson offered gently. “Or, I could have May show you around. We have a movie theater and game


    room here. Would you like to go and y?"


    "I''m good. I''ll just look around on my own, Arabe ced her baseball cap on the couch, her attention


    inadvertently caught by the numerous Christrnas trees around the room.


    She could tell that every ornament on the trees was handcrafted and unique.


    The stars at the top of Christmas trees were made of dazzling diamonds, roughly a hundred in total.


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    Putting aside everything else, just one of these Christmas trees would cost more than $200,000.


    And that''s not even mentioning other trees scattering around the room that had various styles and


    height.


    Arabe then wandered into the garden, which was popted by seven or eight three-meter-tall toy


    soldiers, adding a touch of childlike gaiety to the setting. String lights adorned the nts, and there


    were beautiful ribbons, Christmas trees, and decorations everywhere.


    Several maids were hustling around the garden.


    They were pushing racks of neatly hung clothes, every piece without a wrinkle.


    Arabe’s beautiful face held a touch of confusion as she asked a passing maid, "What''s going on?"


    “Ms. Be! The maid greeted her with utmost respect. “Mr. Griffith has picked out some more clothes,


    handbags, and shoes for you today, along with those fromst night. They''ll be too much to carry, so he


    asked us to wash, iron, and send them straight to the ne. The ne will arrive at Reflections Vi


    tomorrow. The staff there will put everything in your wardrobe."


    The maid smiled warmly, "We''ve ironed everything to ensure there are no wrinkles. Now we''re just


    counting and checking the styles to make sure nothing''s missing, then they''ll be sent to the ne."


    Arabe was rendered speechless.


    She hadn''t expected Sampson to buy her so much stuff today.