Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 412

Rose said naturally, "Although you Ares family members aren't lacking in any material wealth, a small gift represents my sincerity! If we were outside, maybe I could still buy calligraphy or art for Old Master

Ares-"

"Follow me."

Jay brought Rose up to the art room on the third floor of the clubhouse, laid out some papers and pens, and said, "I suppose you can start preparing your gift now?"

Pointed at her nose while staring at him, Rose asked," You want me to draw something as a gift for Old Master Ares' birthday?"

He nodded in response.

She did not know whether to laugh or cry. "One, I'm not an artist. Two, I'm not a calligrapher. My drawings and calligraphy are not of any value. Old Master Ares will have my gift thrown out the door." "Who dares to touch you while I'm around?"

Hearing this, she sat before the drawing board and pondered for a long while. Finally, she came up with a poetic birthday wish.

"Sir Ares, is this suitable as a gift?"

Jay looked at the calligraphy and saw that every word was intricate, meticulous, and exquisite. It had an

alluring look to it, and they reflected her strong character as well.

His eyes were smiling. "You wrote well."

Jay took a scroll from the drawer and carefully framed her work of art. He saw the intense emotion on Rose's face and reassured her. "Don't worry. Every year, Old Master Ares donates every gift that he's received to charity. So, whether you give him a piece of art or an antique, it's all the same."

Acting naughty, Rose retorted, "Since they're all for show, then shouldn't I just simply put in something?"

Jay could not help but laugh. "Of all the people in the world, you'll be the first to play Old Master Ares like this."

After the gift was wrapped up, Jay handed it over to Rose. "Follow me, let's visit Old Master Ares!"

She felt that something would go awry. "He really won't open it in front of others?"

"Gifts from others are all treated like this," replied Jay.

At that, she felt relieved.

Old Master Ares was present in the grand hall of the second floor. The media were ready and waiting at the second floor entrance, their cameras clicking and flashing away at the guests. When the elevator doors opened up, the intense light from the cameras blinded Rose. Jay held her securely in his arms.

Tens of microphones were shoved at them. "Master Ares, you've always stayed away from women. May I ask what's the nature of the relationship between you and this lady?"

Jay's expression was cold. "I thought the media always had a good sense of smell. Can't you tell what our relationship looks like?"

After Rose got used to the bright lights, she struggled to free herself from his embrace. She explained nervously to the media, "We're just friends, just typical friends." Hearing her, Jay put his mouth close to her ear and whispered, "Don't forget about our agreement."

Rose's head dropped like a wilted flower.

After Jay took her hand, they slowly strolled toward the grand hall.

Inside the grand hall.

Old Master Ares sat on the mahogany chair, and on either side of him were bodyguards. In front of him was a group of well-wishers that consisted of close friends.

There were many gifts set down before him, sorted and segregated.

When Jay and Rose walked in, there were still seven to eight people lining up to wish him.

At that moment, Jay's third uncle and aunt were on their knees. After they presented their gifts, then came the formal congratulations and courtesies.

Old Master Ares said with a mild smile on his face, "I've acknowledged your sincerity. You all don't have to make such a big commotion just to give me your kind wishes. As for me, I only wish to see my good grandsons-"

Just as he said that, John took a step back when he was about to step forward. His face was ashen.