The Billionaire Gardener

Chapter Thirty-Two

Ralph raised an eyebrow at Andre's nonchalant response and repeated his question. "When are you going to lick my feet, Andre?"

It was the day after the memorial—a Sunday morning. Ralph had just finished swimming and was drying himself off with a towel when Andre appeared, intending to use the pool himself.

Andre looked bemused. "Lick your feet? What are you talking about?"

Ralph reminded him with a smirk, "Don't tell me you've forgotten your bet already. You promised to lick my feet if we presented a gift worth more than five thousand dollars. And we did. So, it's time to follow through on your words."

Meanwhile, the Regal Timepiece had become the centerpiece of conversation at the party, leaving everyone in awe and curiosity about how Diana and Ralph had acquired such a magnificent gift. Lady Margarita, in particular, couldn't conceal her surprise, realizing that her attempts to ridicule them had fallen short. Even West had been shocked to the marrow of her bones. In short, all membe