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Just like the previous property deed, since these items were placed on her vanity table, it meant they were meant for her.

Feeling puzzled, Celeste opened one of the round brocade boxes.

The moment she lifted the lid and saw what was inside, she froze for a second. It was the set of emerald jewelry she had wanted to bid on at the auction a few days ago!

The other box was a rectangular one that looked heavy. Could it be…

She put down the round brocade box and opened the rectangular one. Inside, as expected, was a scroll.

She picked up the scroll, placed it on the round table in the room, and slowly unrolled it. A stunningly lifelike embroidered painting, shimmering with brilliance, was revealed before her eyes.

Looking at the two auction pieces she had wanted just days ago, now both in her hands, Celeste remained silent for a long time.

She thought, if she wasn’t mistaken, these two items had been bought by Trevor as birthday gifts for her grandma.

One would be given in Martha’s name. The other would be given in their name as husband and wife.

“Mom, I’m done eating! We can go now!” Just then, Jordyn came running up the stairs, looking for her.

Seeing the two open brocade boxes, she peeked inside and then casually remarked, “Oh, Dad brought these back a few days ago. He said they’re for you.“.

Celeste responded with a soft hum before carefully rolling up the scroll and placing it back into the box.

After putting the brocade boxes away, she and Jordyn headed out.

Jordyn wanted to try shooting, so Celeste took her to a shooting range. Then, she accompanied her on a roller coaster ride. After spending most of the day with Jordyn, the remaining time was for herself.

Jordyn was still having fun and wanted to keep playing.

In the past, Celeste would have never been able to bear dampening her spirits–she would always prioritize her daughter, putting her own matters last.

But now, Celeste calmly said, “I still have other things to do. If you want to keep playing, you can have the bodyguards accompany you.”

Jordyn didn’t want the bodyguards to tag along. She pouted unhappily and clung to Celeste, acting spoiled. “Mom…

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This tactic had always worked–Celeste could never resist her sweet pleas.

Jordyn thought her mother would surely give in again. But this time, Celeste gently pushed her away and said, “I really have something important to do. I’ll take you out again next time.”

Seeing Celeste’s firm stance and the slight furrow of her brows, Jordyn assumed her mother’s business must be serious. In the end, she reluctantly agreed, “Alright then…

After instructing the bodyguards to take care of Jordyn, Celeste got into her car, set the navigation, and drove to an antique market a little farther away–one she had never visited before.

She browsed for a long time before finally spotting an exquisite scholar’s writing set—a fountain pen, a bottle of iron gall ink, blotting paper, and fine handmade paper–crafted from the rarest materials with extraordinary

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craftsmanship.

At first glance, she was captivated and bought it for over ten million dollars.

Though this scholar’s writing set had cost only a little over ten million, a fraction of the price of the embroidery painting and emerald jewelry set she had considered before, she knew her grandmother well.

Compared to the embroidery and jewelry, this set would bring the old lady far greater joy.

Gently running her fingers over the specially textured paper and the fine carvings on the fountain pen, Celeste

could already imagine the delighted expression on her grandma’s face when she received it.

Yes, this scholar’s writing set was her personal birthday gift for her grandma.

As for the ones Trevor bought…

Just as this thought crossed her mind, Lottie’s call came through.