The next day, Aster sent over a fitted suit and that diamond watch shipped from the Netherlands.
The assistant only stared at me nervously.
I put them on quietly and fixed my appearance.
Aster Olson was correct. Cooperation must not collapse, my sister was still young, and I carry the duty to take back everything that belonged to my grandpa.
The ribbon-cutting event was bright and crowded, with wealthy people across Jacksonville gathered.
When I walked inside the villa’s entrance, the first thing I noticed was that Sean was also present.
Wearing a deep-toned, patterned suit, he stood with a cool, proud air and polished grace.
Aster held onto his arm, greeting people.
Sean’s smile carried triumph and happiness.
My mother-in-law held her own biological grandson, talking cheerfully with several rich women.
All praised the boy, with his wide forehead, lucky features, sure to prosper as he grows.
The second I stepped into the hall, chatter went silent at once. Every pair of eyes shifted toward me.
Aster let go of Sean’s arm and walked over smoothly. “Finley, come look at the baby, he’s honestly very sweet.”