Chapter 3200

This cake does not look as luxurious and exquisite as the five- layer cake made by Sara, and it does

not have lifelike shock- absorbing fondant dolls.

It is just a normal cake. However, the line of words written with chocolate sauce on the cake makes a

warm current surged in his heart.

The content of that line is: “Happy birthday to my dear Mr. Wade."

The signature is: “Love your wife, Claire.”

Seeing these words, Charlie smiled knowingly, and said to the

rider: “The cake is okay, I will just sign for it.”

After that, he signed the bill and handed it back to the rider.

The rider took the order and left, and Charlie packed the cake again and carried it back to the

house.

This scene happened to be seen by Mrs. Willson who was drying her clothes on the terrace of the

villa opposite.

Seeing that Charlie took a cake and walked back to the villa,

she couldn't help but returned to the room curiously, and

asked Noah and Harold lying on the bed: “Noah, Harold, do you know what day is today?”

Noah smiled bitterly: “Mom, I have been eating, drinking, and sleeping on the bed from before the

new year until now. I don’t know what day is the solar calendar, the lunar calendar, and the day of

the week.”

Harold echoed: “Grandma, I don't remember the day either.” The old lady Willson muttered: “Today

is the second day of the second lunar month, and the dragon raised its head, but I can’t remember

who celebrates the birthday today.”

“The unfilial son Jacob seemed to be born in winter, and the dead girl Claire seemed to be in

summer..."

Harold remembered something, and said: “February Dragon looked up...Today seems to be Charlie's

baStard’s birthday!”

Old lady Willson frowned and asked, “Are you sure?” “Yes!” Harold nodded again and again:

“Once I went to the barbershop to cut my hair just after the first month of the year, I just saw Charlie

and Claire having a meal in the small restaurant next to the barbershop, and there was another one

on the table.”

"I observed the little cake. It was Charlie's candle, so it must be Claire who celebrates Charlie's

birthday.”

“Grandma, you don’t know, the cake was shabby at the time, and it was not as big as a damn dish.”

When the old lady Willson heard this, she seemed to be in a good mood, and said with a smile: “Oh,

it turns out that today is the birthday of Charlie the white-eyed wolf! I didn't expect it to be so

soon!”

Harold asked puzzledly: “Grandma, what's the matter? Why do you say that?”

Old Mrs. Willson curled her lips and said, “Before the New Year, many people lined up at the door of

Charlie's house to give him gifts.”

"You see, this is just the first month, and no one congratulated him on his birthday. Those who are

rich and powerful don't take him seriously anymore!”

Harold asked subconsciously, “Grandma, can you tell that Charlie is not in a good situation from

this?”

Mrs. Willson said solemnly: “Harold, there is an idiom. As long as you see a leaf falling, it means that

autumn is here, and autumn is here, can winter be far behind?”

Then, she said with an unpredictable analysis: “Think about it, if Charlie is really good now, then his

door must be surrounded by rich people now.”

“There is an idiom. When a person is popular, the doorstep is more lively than the vegetable

market!"

“But you see, for Charlie's birthday today, for those who want to curry favor with him, such a big

event is much more important than the New Year.”

"Up to now, they haven't seen a person come to their house!”

“With this signal alone, I can make a clear judgment. Charlie must be messed up

right now, or maybe it's almost done!