Chapter 923

"Then, can you change it into a regular aluminum bracelet?" Joanne scratched her head and added, "That should be fine; they're not easily scratched."

Edwin really wanted to pry open her head to see what was inside. The value of an aluminum bracelet was far less than that of a silver bracelet!

'Good god, she's so daft. Can't she be a bit more vainglorious?'

Edwin raised his hand and flicked her forehead. "For my sake, keep it. If it frays, the cost will be deducted from your salary. You shouldn't have any problem paying that with our long-term contract." "What?!" Joanne covered her forehead, feeling a little pain, and grinned. 'Hehe. Your grandmother gave it to me as a gift, so it's mine now. I can do whatever I want! Why should I pay for it again?" "So you're not hopelessly stupid after all."

"I'm not, but you are!" Joanne became a little annoyed.

"I'm sorry, but judging from our appearance, you look more like an airhead than I am," replied Edwin calmly.

"Urgh!"

In the blink of an eye, it was already evening. More guests were coming into the hall, and the venue became more lively.

"Happy birthday, Grandma." Tracy walked over with a beautiful box in her hand, wishing Sylvie with unconcealed surprise and joy in her tone followed by her mother, Sammy.

Everyone turned back and saw that they both were simply dressed.

Some were shocked, while most understood the sadness Tracy and Sammy might bear from losing Eugene.

Tracy was a gorgeous lady, perfectly inheriting the genes of the Atherton family. She had curved eyebrows, a pointed nose, pink lips, and a faint scent of jasmine on her body when she passed by.

Sylvie often missed Eugene, so she stared at Tracy a little longer. "Thank you, both of you. How do you feel living in the manor these days? Is everything alright?"

"Thank you for your concern, Grandma. We're fine." Tracy caught a hint of alienation in Sylvie's words and quickly changed the topic of their conversation.

If they had been living in the manor all the time, her grandmother would not ask if they were used to living in the manor. Clearly, her grandmother did not intend to hide the fact that they had just moved in. If the guests heard it, they would speculate and even find out that Sammy was just Eugene's second, unofficial wife.

Tracy immediately smiled and said, "Grandma, this is my birthday present to you."

"What is this? It looks pretty and smells like pear wood."

Suddenly, Tracy heard something unpleasant...

"I heard that Tracy is Eugene's illegitimate daughter. She has a good temperament, but she seems to be a little off when compared to Summer's daughter..." said a woman, flattering Catelyn intentionally by mocking Tracy in a high voice. When Sammy heard that her daughter was belittled, she turned to look at Catelyn from head to toe.

'Pfft. You're not that alluring after all.'

Tracy and Sammy opened the box and took out a perfect oil painting.

Under the scorching sun was a large field of purple lavender and a joyful- looking family.

Immediately, someone in the crowd exclaimed quite a bit.

The next moment, they saw Tracy holding this painting and walking in front of Catelyn, then she blinked playfully. "Sister Catelyn, I heard that you're an expert in oil painting. Do you think this painting is worth being a gift for

Grandma?"

Catelyn and Tracy had met several times at the manor before, but they had never spoken to each other.

Without knowing Tracy's intention, she smiled and began to introduce the oil painting to the crowd.

"This is 'Happiness', made by the famous oil painting master, Morison, and it was painted in Europe in the 19th century. Rare as it is, it's a splendid painting, but-ah!"

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