Chapter 1989


    “The child is just too adorable; we’ve also prepared little gifts for her.” Gabriel Stapleton set down the


    shopping bags on the coffee table. Gustave and hispanion were somewhat anxious, because they


    had given Arabe a small token of affection, but Stapleton had brought two considerable presents.


    “Oh, you are all too kind.”


    Soon after, seven or eight more guests arrived, and Arabe was kept busy with the ceremony of


    epting gifts over and over again, not to mention the mountain of presents piling up.


    “Be, your phone’s been buzzing nonstop; it looks like someone’s trying to reach you. Why don’t you


    go on up and check?” David came downstairs, greeted the guests, and skillfully diverted their attention


    from his sister.


    All the guests’ attention then turned to David, praising him for his soaring poprity, his pleasant


    singing voice, and his impressive dance moves—in short, they had nothing but high praise for him.


    Arabe knew that David was giving her an out, a chance to catch her breath. In truth, her phone was


    in her pocket the whole time, not upstairs.


    Once back in her room, Arabe casually ced the stack of gift cards onto her desk, which was


    already overflowing with them, all forcefully bestowed upon her by guests over the past few days.


    The maid, busy tidying the bed, chuckled, “Ms. Be, you are the record holder for receiving the most


    New Year''s cards and gifts I''ve ever seen.”


    “It’s also the first time I’ve ever had this much.”


    “Ms. Be, you’ve really been through it. That Serena took advantage of your identity for years, raking


    in all these New Year''s gifts without a hint of gratitude, and even schemed against you, it’s simply


    outrageous!”


    “Let’s not bring her up during the holidays.”


    After making the bed, the maid offered with a smile, “Ms. Be, shall I organize these for you?”


    “Sure.” Arabe couldn’t be bothered to organize those gifts. Leaving them in a pile was not a solution.


    “Wow, this one feels quite hefty.” The maid picked up one of the gift boxes, opened it, and found two


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    stacks of cash. “It amounts to twenty thousand dors. Let me just count this.”


    Reclining on the sofa, Arabe replied to Romeo’s messages with one hand. Hearing what the maid


    had said, she respondednguidly, “Don’t trouble yourself with counting, just open them up. I’ll have


    someone take them to the bank’s counting machine.”


    Otherwise, it would be counting forever.


    “Alright.” The maid’s smile widened as she progressed opening envelopes. “Ms. Be, you know what?


    The smallest amount in these is ten thousand dors.”


    She couldn’t believe how generous these people were!


    “Have you been using the skincare products I gave you?”


    At that moment, Edith knocked and came in with a tray of fruit.


    “Once Ms. Be has finished greeting everyone, I’ll mention there’s a call for you and whisk you away.”


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    “Thanks, Edith.”


    “Well, I’ll head down and attend to the guests then.”


    “Okay.”