Chapter 142: Chapter 142: Long Time No See, Birthday Gifts
Daniel Clarke and a few others exchanged glances with the three people on stage, and suddenly, a crisp round of applause erupted.
With a few leading the way, all the other guests who had come for the birthday, regardless of their true wishes, started clapping along as well.
For a moment, the hall was filled with thunderous applause.
"Sister Olivia, surprised?"
John Sinclair jumped off the stage, not forgetting to pull out the USB stick from the computer and hand it to the girl.
Looking at the item in his palm, Claire Green’s lips curved slightly as she nonchalantly took it.
"Thank you."
No sooner had she spoken than John Sinclair moved aside quickly, looking completely smug with pride.
"I never thought Sister Olivia would ever say thank you to me. This is the highlight moment of my life."
Isabella Xyler, listening to this, pouted speechlessly, "Sister Olivia was clearly thanking everyone from the sixth class, what are you so pleased about?"
"Exactly, Brother John, Sister Olivia’s thanks were meant for everyone." Sebastian Winn chimed in, hooking his arm around his neck and speaking with a grin.
Watching the three of them bicker over a single word from the girl, the onlookers were suddenly a bit speechless.
They couldn’t quite understand why two ordinary words caused such a reaction among them.
"Sister Olivia, long time no see."
Owen Lawrence and his group strolled over leisurely, happily greeting her.
Claire Green lazily lowered her gaze, responding languidly with a "Hmm."
Seeing this, the four remained unfazed.
Although they’d met Sister Olivia only once, everyone understood her personality, so getting a response from her was already pretty good.
"Sister Olivia, ever since you left Capital City last time, we’ve all really missed you. Who’d have thought you wouldn’t come back even once?"
Andrew James looked at the girl with feigned grievance, but his eyes showed nothing but amusement.
He wasn’t wrong; everyone indeed kept her in their thoughts.
Who’d have thought.
The girl fiddled with the item in her hand, speaking lazily.
"Busy with classes, no time."
Upon hearing this, Andrew James’s mouth twitched in disbelief as he looked at her.
If I didn’t know the truth, I might have actually believed it.
Everyone, seeing the familiar tones between the two, was left bewildered.
Who exactly is this girl?
How does she know half the sons of high society, and they even treat her so amicably?
It’s known that people like Andrew James are famous for their bad tempers, yet now they call a younger girl, Sister Olivia.
...
"Olivia, girl, here."
In the lounge, Old Master Sia handed over the item from Robert Harvey, his aged face full of kindness.
Claire Green looked at the red booklet, pausing for two seconds before speaking gently, "What is this?"
"Grandpa doesn’t have much to give you. After all, with that young lad around, you surely lack nothing," Old Master Sia smiled, "so I could only gift you this. Once you decide, Julian is yours."
Pfft.
Mason Quinn couldn’t hold back his laughter.
In the next second, all eyes were on him.
"Sorry, couldn’t help myself, please continue."
Old Master Sia’s move is too wild. While others gift jewelry or houses on birthdays, he just gives a living person.
Lord Sia probably never thought he’d see the day he was given as a gift.
However.
Since Old Master Sia brought out that red booklet, it shows he isn’t just ordinarily pleased with Claire Green.
Julian Sia glanced at the item in the elderly’s hand, chuckling lowly, as he nonchalantly watched the girl, curious to see her reaction.
Usually calm and collected, Claire Green for the first time felt at a loss, staring blankly at the elder.
Seeing her unmoved, Old Master Sia wasn’t upset. Instead, he happily took her hand, placing the red booklet onto it.
"Girl, whatever happens between the two of you is not my concern, but since I gave you this today, it won’t belong to anyone else."
With those words.
Mason Quinn and George Xyler exchanged a glance, their lips curving upwards.
Julian Sia looked at the silent girl, a faint smile playing in his eyes, as he naturally took her hand, speaking softly.
"Grandpa really likes you, so go ahead and take it!"
Upon hearing this.
Claire Green’s eyelashes fluttered as she looked up at the man in front of her, her lips curving into a natural smile.
"Brother, make sure, because once I take this, you won’t have any chance to go back."
The girl’s voice was low, but her sincerity was unmistakable.
Julian Sia chuckled, "Ah, Claire, do you really think if it wasn’t deliberate, Grandpa could’ve gotten my household registration book?"
Hearing this, George Xyler and friends exclaimed in their hearts, wow.
Turns out Lord Sia had long planned this, no wonder he wasn’t surprised when Old Master Sia pulled out the booklet.
Ah.
They suddenly remembered hearing rumors a year ago saying that Lord Sia, cold-hearted and emotionless, was destined to be lonely his whole life.
It was also said that even if he found someone he liked, he wouldn’t be overly romantic.
Looking at things now, no one could compare to Lord Sia when it comes to romance.
Old Master Sia, watching their interaction, laughed heartily.
Then his gaze fell on two other elders standing aside with knowing looks, speaking unceremoniously.
"Peter Xyler, Martin Quinn, I’ve been watching you old dogs for a while, where’s the gift for Olivia, girl?"
Peter Xyler, hearing this, immediately fumed, "You crafty old man, who asks for gifts like that."
Old Master Sia casually replied with an "oh," "That’s others, today I’m insisting."
Calling him a crafty old man without even noticing his own full head of white hair, now who’s the older one here?
Martin Quinn, seeing they were about to start bickering again, hurriedly intervened to keep the peace.
"I say, both of you with one foot in the grave, still love bantering. Old Peter, hand over Claire’s prepared gift already."
With that, he handed over the gift he brought.
"Heard little girls like jewelry, I, an old man, don’t know if what I picked suits your taste, have a look."
Claire Green opened the box, revealing a jade-colored set before everyone.
An emerald heart set, which was auctioned not long ago for a billion dollars.
In just a second, Claire Green recognized the item in her hands.
Immediately she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of helplessness. Why do these old men love giving such pricey things?
"Thank you, Grandpa Martin."
Martin Quinn pretended to be angry, "Since you call me grandpa, no need to be so polite."
At this moment.
A warmth flowed through Claire Green’s heart.
Her dark pupils looked around at the group in the lounge, a broad smile suddenly appearing.
It was the first time everyone saw her so radiant, like a warm sun peeking through icy glaciers.
Julian Sia gently ruffled her hair, his eyes filled with tenderness.
Ah, Claire probably hasn’t even realized she’s gradually starting to change.
"Exactly, when did our little ancestor become so courteous? You’ve said thank you several times tonight."
Mason Quinn snapped back to reality, teasing with a broad grin.
The girl, who usually had a commanding presence, acting like this suddenly, had him feeling a bit out of place.
Claire Green glanced at him coolly, choosing not to respond.
At this moment.
Peter Xyler snorted at Old Master Sia, then smilingly handed the gift to the girl, his face-changing speed impressive.
Looking at another precious gift, Claire Green was a bit at a loss between laughter and tears.
Seems I’ll need to find time to prepare some gifts for the old men.