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Chapter 169: $200, 000 Gift 🎁
Author: Dragon Sly
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Cordelia felt a warmth spread through her as she leaned into his touch, comforted by his presence. At that moment she felt like a queen.

Benjamin then spoke up, his voice carrying a hint of authority as he addressed the crowd. "As it's her birthday, can we all celebrate it together?" he announced, his words met with enthusiastic applause and nods of agreement from the gathered guests. Some even began snapping photos of the helicopters, capturing the extraordinary moment.

Just as the crowd was about to burst into a rendition of "Happy Birthday" for Cordelia, Hayford stepped forward, his expression a mix of anger and frustration.

"Hello," he interjected, his tone sharp and confrontational. "This arrangement was made for my club's theme party, not for your girlfriend's birthday. If you want to celebrate a birthday, go look for somewhere else.”

Undeterred, Benjamin simply smiled and turned to face Hayford, his demeanor calm and unruffled. "Relax," he replied, his voice laced with amusem
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