Chapter 315

Stella stopped talking.

“Uncle Chandler’s family organized Keegan’s grandmother’s 70th birthday banquet. So, logically speaking, it’s our family’s turn to organize her 80th birthday banquet. However, the specifics will still depend on her. Tomorrow, at the banquet, don’t say things you aren’t supposed to. Play it smart.”

“I understand.”

Dahlia chatted a little more and hung up.

After Stella put away the phone, she asked Keegan, “What did your mother mean by playing it smart?

Does she want to organize your grandmother’s birthday banquet this year?”

Keegan glanced at her. “You should be asking who doesn’t want to organize grandma’s birthday banquet.”

“I, for one, don’t,” Stella said as she crawled under the covers. She stared at the ceiling and continued, “Organizing a birthday banquet is so tiring. You need to consider many things. Not only do you have to tend to the birthday girl’s feelings, but you must also tend to the guests’ feelings. You’ll be slaving away, yet others won’t necessarily be satisfied. Aren’t you just asking to make yourself suffer?”

Keegan also lay down. “Do you know how much the gift money and presents amounted to during grandma’s 70th birthday banquet?”

Stella became interested when she heard money being mentioned. She rolled over to face Keegan.

Then, she asked as her eyes shone brightly, “How much?”

“It was nearly nine figures. It’s more than the amount spent when I married you.”

Stella was speechless.

‘It’s a lot, but did he have to add the second sentence? Is saying that marrying me was cheap?’ she thought.

Keegan continued, “Organizing a birthday banquet is indeed a troublesome matter. It’s costly and laborious, and grandma knows this too. That’s why every time she has a birthday banquet, she only picks one or two gifts from gifts the guests gave her and lets the organizer handle the leftover gifts.

That villa Aunt Cyrene has in the western suburb was bought after grandma’s birthday.”

Stella was stunned.

‘No wonder Dahlia purposefully called to remind me. Getting a villa after organizing a birthday banquet? Who wouldn’t die to organize it?’ she thought.

“Since your uncle’s family organized it last year, it’ll definitely be your mother’s turn this year, right?”

“Not necessarily,” Keegan said.

He continued coolly, “My mother organized both my grandpa and grandma’s 60th birthday banquet. My uncle’s family only organized grandma’s 60th birthday banquet.”

His words implied that the organizer was not rotational but entirely depended on who Cordelia selected.

Stella thought for a while before she said, “Since your grandmother loves you so much, why doesn’t she let you be the organizer?”

“This is a matter of the women in the Kane family; why should I get involved in it?”

He glanced at Stella and continued, “Do you want to organize it?”

“Me? Forget it. I’m not someone who’s concerned about things like that.”

‘Dahlia is determined to be the organizer. If I interfere, wouldn’t she hate me to death? Regardless, I’m still quite envious of the gift money,’ she thought.

Stella stuck one foot out and kicked Keegan’s calves.

“How are you? Have you calmed down?”

Keegan glanced at her. “If you keep riling me up, I can’t guarantee what happens after this.”

Stella froze and she quietly retracted her foot. Then, she wrapped the covers around herself tightly and closed her eyes.

The following day, the film crew added another scene at the last minute, so Stella ended work half an hour later than expected.

The two were the last to arrive at Keegan’s grandparents’ residence.

When they saw Dahlia, she frowned. “Why did you two come this late?”