The Billionaire's Secret Life

Chapter 62

The guests stared at the small box held by Morel. Their confusion and curiosity were evident. One of them whispered, "Can the contents be more luxurious than the extremely rare tea, or is it the other way around?"

The other person nodded, half-believing. "I doubt it could be better than tea from China. But how can Lord Keirg respect it so much?" the guest muttered to himself while still looking at Morel from his seat.

Tucker, who saw the small box in Morel's hand, burst out laughing. "What, a small box?" he said in a mocking tone. "Haha, how could you want to give a gift to someone so valuable with such a small gift?" Tucker continued, trying to demean Morel in front of everyone.

However, Morel remained calm and undeterred by Tucker's mockery. He strode steadily towards Mr. Keirg, his calculating eyes looking directly at the party host. The atmosphere became increasingly tense. All the guests held their breath, waiting to see what would happen next.

In the midst of the silence, Morel