“Don’t rush. Look at Desiree’s show; there are so many guests and her bragging posts. Do you think she’s just celebrating a holiday?”
Leighton frowned. “You mean…”
“Wait. She’s definitely planning something big.”
We found a quiet corner and sat down, watching and waiting.
Sure enough, as the party reached its peak, Desiree suddenly took the microphone and sweetly pulled Vincent to the center.
She wore a dazzling couture gown, her makeup flawless, and clung to him with the polished airs of a hostess.
“Thank you, everyone, for coming to this yacht party. Today marks its first launch, and to celebrate, all the drinks are on Vincent!”
At once, cheers and flattery filled the air.
Leighton rolled her eyes, her voice sharp with disgust.
“Using your money to play generously, what a shameless bitch!”
Right after, Desiree shifted the focus. Her cheeks flushed, and her voice turned shy.
“Actually, today I have even bigger news to share with everyone…”
She pulled out a pregnancy test report and held it high for all to see. “The genes have successfully invaded, Vincent is on the way!”
The crowd erupted, cheers rising one after another. “President Davidson, amazing! Double happiness at once!”