Chapter 133
Frederick looked at me with a slight smirk. “Didn’t you know?”
“Know what?”
“This isn’t just an ordinary birthday party. It’s a charity birthday party.”
“What do you mean?”
“All the gifts people bring are going to be auctioned off, and the money goes to charity.”
I was a bit stunned. “So, that’s what a charity birthday party is…”
Frederick gave me a strange look. “She does this every year. Don’t you remember?”
Crap…
I honestly didn’t remember, but I played it off. “I just didn’t expect her to still be doing it this year.” I touched my nose, trying to cover up my awkwardness.
Frederick continued, “She wants everyone to see how much Jonathan values her, but doesn’t want to seem like she’s flaunting it. So, she accepts all kinds of gifts, but donates them all in her name, so she gets the reputation and comes off as kind and generous.”
So, that was what this was all about…
“No wonder it’s such a big deal. But do people really just willingly bring gifts?”
“You don’t get it.”
He explained, “It’s not just about the gifts. Everyone here understands Jonathan’s connection to the Zimmers. If they manage to get in the Zimmers‘ good graces, Jonathan’s more likely to see them as potential business partners. It’s a smart move for both sides.”
So, there was all this strategy behind it…
It was eye–opening, to say the least.
He gave me a sideways glance. “What are you planning to give?”
I saw Jonathan walking slowly toward the fountain, where he finally stopped. I didn’t know what he was planning to do, so I figured I’d wait until he stopped before approaching, but I didn’t expect
him to notice me.
His voice was calm and cool. “How long are you planning to keep following me?”
I froze, thought for a second, then walked up behind him. “Why didn’t you tell me this was a charity birthday party? I didn’t bring a gift.”
He turned around and looked at me expressionlessly. “I told you to come with me. Why didn’t you listen?”
He didn’t answer my question. Instead, he threw out another one.
I didn’t know how to respond. Was I supposed to tell him I just didn’t want to come with him?
His eyes seemed to look straight through me. Seeing that I remained silent, his expression turned colder. “Did you come with Frederick?”
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