Chapter 151

The moment the young saleswoman said that, a hush fell over the neighborhood as if someone had sucked all the sound out of

the world. The people passing by, the Braine family’s crowd of down—and-out relatives, even Patrick and Susanne themselves,

were all rooted to the spot, eyes wide and unblinking.

What had she just said?

3.6 million, one-of-a-kind?

What kind of grand gesture was that?

They had not seen that kind of money in their lifetimes!

“No, this can’t be right. You're all putting on a show! This has got to be some kind of trick!” Carmela’s voice trembled before she

burst out,” Get lost, all of you. I don’t believe a single word she said. These are just electric cars, and they’re worth maybe four or

seven thousand at most. They can’t hold a candle to my family’s GAC Trumpchi!”

“Mom...”

Cirroc stood there, frozen, wishing he could just vanish into thin air. He quickly tugged at Carmela’s arm, flashing apologetic

grins at Alexander. “Mister Kane, don’t mind my mom. She’s just...”

Alexander did not even glance at the two of them. With a wave of his hand, he ordered, “Bring them out!”

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

The two transport trucks rumbled to life as two sleek Porsche sports cars touched down with precision. The store clerk and her

team whipped out the fireworks they had prepped, setting them up at the neighborhood's entrance.

Sixty-six boxes of fireworks, all ready to go, courtesy of the dealership, to mark the special delivery.

“Grandma.”

Alexander, with little Olivia in his arms, walked up to the elderly woman with kindness in his eyes. “It’s your big eight-oh today,

and these fireworks are just a little something from me. Here’s to your health and happiness!”

With a casual snap of his fingers, the show began.

Pop, pop, pop!

The sixty-six boxes of fireworks erupted one after another, flying through the sky and blooming into a spectacular display that

rivaled the midday sun. It sent the birthday celebration to an ecstatic peak.

“Alex, that’s the way to do it!”

“Patrick and Susanne sure picked a winner for a son-in-law!”

“I thought he was just putting on a show, but nope, it’s the real deal! Does anyone know what Alex does? 3.6 million! He’s

loaded. I

couldn't make that in ten lifetimes!”

The relatives steered clear of Carmela, flocking to Alexander and Amber, all thumbs up and smiles. “Alex, I’m Amber’s fourth

uncle. You're

going places, kid!”

“Amber, come on, introduce me. I’m your third cousin from way back......

The crowd buzzed with excitement, and Amber broke into a delighted smile as she glanced at Alexander, who seemed calm and

detached.

Her heart fluttered with sweetness.

All she knew was that Alexander had stepped out earlier to find the perfect birthday present for her grandma. Little did she

expect he would stir up such a spectacle right at the neighborhood's entrance!

The disdain her parents had endured from friends and family over the years was then paid back in full, with interest.

Carmela turned an ugly shade of green with envy! “Let’s eat already!” Carmela bit back her anger, her complexion flickering

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and flushed. “I threw this birthday bash for the old lady! Aren’t we here to celebrate her? Come on, Grandma, let's head back

inside!”

She briskly took Missus Thompson’s arm and headed for the courtyard without another word.

Alexander and Amber shared a knowing smile. They then gently assisted Patrick and Susanne, joining the crowd of relatives as

they made their way back to the courtyard.

“Ah, you're all back?”

Gavin had not left the courtyard. A Marlboro dangled from his lips as he let out a sly chuckle. “Heard quite the ruckus outside.

Who set off fireworks? I...”

“Gavin!”

Carmela, seething with bitterness, marched up to Gavin, her teeth practically grinding. “Outside, just now, Alexander...”

She spun the tale with extra venom, her expression growing more ferocious with each word. “You better find a way to even the

score. I can’t be made a fool of!”

“3.6 million dollars? That loaded?”

Gavin crushed his cigarette, his eyes narrowing as he let out a disdainful laugh. He whipped out his phone and fired off a few

texts. Soon, a sinister grin slowly spread across his face.

“Does he think money makes him special? The old town is my domain!”

“Wanting to flaunt his wealth in front of me? He can wait his turn!”