Chapter 1521


    "Be, my birthday''s just a couple of months away. I want you to bake me a cake, but it''s gotta be


    bigger and grander than the one you made for Eugene."


    Before Nelson could finish his sentence, President Barton chimed in, "Why don''t you just let her whip


    up a spaceship for you?"


    Arabe couldn''t help butugh as she watched the two of them bicker. Distracted, she nced over


    and spotted Alma, carrying a cake and heading straight for Serena who was swinging nonchntly on


    a garden swing, blissfully devouring a slice of cake, oblivious to the world around her.


    The corner was secluded, with no guests around, so Alma took advantage and smashed the cake right


    onto Serena''s face.


    Before Serena could even cry out, Alma had mashed the rest of the cake, smearing it everywhere.


    Serena hadn''t managed to remove the te from her face before Alma stomped on her foot and


    shoved her off the swing with astonishing speed.


    The back of Serena''s head and her spine thudded against the ground, pain shooting through her body,


    her elegant looks now ruined.


    Cake filled her eyes, nose, and mouth, muffling her attempts to call for help. She didn''t even get a good


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    look at her assant.


    Alma had brought a ss of red wine with her and now sshed it mercilessly onto Serena''s


    expensive dress. She stomped on Serena a few more times before turning to leave.


    Covered in cake and wine, Serena finally managed to wipe her face clean enough to open her eyes,


    but her attacker was already gone. Yet, she had a hunch - it was Alma''s doing.


    "Serena??" Martin, who had just finished mingling with the guests, turned around to look for Serena


    and was shocked by the scene. He rushed over to help her up.


    "What happened? Who did this to you?" He immediately took off his zer to drape over her and used


    his shirt sleeve to wipe her face.


    Furious, Serena pushed him away and ran for the restroom.


    Amidst themotion, Phillip appeared, leaning on a cane, grinning ear to ear.


    "Is that Phillip McMillian? He''s attending Mr. Albright''s birthday party also?"


    His presence was significant, a man looked up to by all.


    Rumors had swirled that he was unwell, needing hospital rest, but here he was, looking spirited and


    dapper in a ck suit. Despite the cane, he radiated vitality.


    Guests flocked to greet him.


    "Phillip, good to see you! I''m the head of Aubrey Electronics, Aubrey. My father''s Bancroft. It''s an honor


    to meet you tonight. May I shake your hand?"


    "Phillip, do you remember me? I''m Vivian, and this is my daughter Roxanne. You held her when she


    was just a little girl."


    Roxanne had not expected Phillip to make an appearance, given the rumors of his illness and


    withdrawal from social events.


    In the elite circles, everyone knew Phillip''s grandson was Romeo, a man of almost divine allure.


    Her mother nudged her, and Roxanne stepped forward with a smile, "Mr. McMillian, it''s a pleasure to


    see you. I''m Roxanne."


    "Hello, hello." Phillip tried to make his way toward Eugene, but the crowd was thick, blocking his path.


    "Phillip? Is it really you? Do you remember me? I''m Bluno. We met at a charity g three years ago.


    My dad and I were seated right behind you, and we even exchanged greetings."