Chapter 122
Chapter 122
It wasn’t just her looks. It was the quiet confidence and elegance she radiated.
“You’re stunning.” Ethan added sincerely.
Even the usually quiet Zachary said, “Beautiful.”
Bowen offered his hand like a gentleman. “Miss, may I take you to dinner?”
No one disliked genuine compliments. Aubree smiled and placed her hand in his. “I suppose I’ll give you a chance.”
The restaurant had been reserved in advance. Bowen had spared no expense. He’d booked out Rithol City’s most prestigious hotel, located atop the city’s tallest building, offering a panoramic view of the entire skyline.
He led Aubree to the door and then stopped.
Just as she turned to ask why, he looked at her with a soft smile. “Go ahead.”
Bowen released her hand and motioned toward the entrance.
Aubree pushed open the door.
Confetti cannons went off, and colorful ribbons floated down from the ceiling.
“Happy birthday, Aubree!”
“Not fair! You didn’t tell us it was your birthday!”
“Seriously, Miss Miller, next time you owe us a round of bonuses!”
“You… all of you…” Aubree was speechless. Matilda, Alvin, her teammates from the esports club, and her colleagues from the company. They were all here.
Bowen had invited everyone who mattered to her.
“Aubree, I thought we were friends,” Matilda said dramatically, waving the gift box in her hand. “Guess I was wrong.”
She pretended to take the gift back.
Knowing she was teasing, Aubree snatched it and hugged it tightly. “You were already planning to give it. No takebacks!”
Matilda laughed.
Alvin shoved a box at her awkwardly. “If it weren’t for Uncle Bowen…”
He was still the same proud, awkward guy.
Aubree smiled. “Thanks, Mr. Turner. And thanks to your uncle for convincing you to show up.”
Alvin’s ears turned red. “Whatever.”
Her teammates crowded around, each presenting gifts.
The core staff from her company didn’t bother with presents. “Miss Miller, here’s our gifts!”
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