Chapter 132


    Ever since when did she start addressing him like that?


    It seemed like, ever since she came back this time, it had always been…


    Gilbert felt a knot in his stomach but couldn’t quite put his finger on why. When he finally spoke, his


    tone was less than pleasant. “What do you want now?”


    Seeing his mood darken further, Sherilyn got straight to the point. “I wanted to talk about my


    dancing gig at Neon Nights Bar. Could you please cover for me with Sylvia? Just say… I was


    teaching kids to dance at themunity center at night, okay?”


    So, that was it.


    “Alright.” Gilbert gave a slight nod. “Got it.”


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    After a pause, he added, “This isn’t a long–term solution, you know. I think you’d be better off


    leaving Neon Nights Bar.”


    At that, Sherilyn’s expression stiffened slightly, and she forced a smile. “It’s my job. It’s how I


    support myself.”


    “Is there no other option?”


    Gilbert had always disapproved. “You won’t starve if you quit!”


    Sherilynughed, albeit without much humor. “As if that’s even an option…”


    “I’ll support you!” Her words were cut off by his sudden outburst.


    What? Sherilyn was taken aback, thinking she’d misheard. “What did you say?”


    “I mean…”


    After saying it, Gilbert was also taken aback by his own words. What was he thinking, saying


    something like that?


    Swallowing hard, Gilbert tried to maintain hisposure. “I mean, the Johnson family can take care


    of you. Grandma adores you, treats you like her own granddaughter. Do you really think she’d let


    you starve?”


    Oh, so that’s what he meant.


    Sherilyn breathed a sigh of relief and smiled softly. “But I’m not really a Johnson, am I? Sylvia might


    care for me, but I can’t just take advantage of her kindness. I already owe the Johnson family so


    much.


    With that, she waved her hand. “It’s gettingte. I should get some sleep. Goodnight.”


    Then, she stepped back and closed her door.


    1 51:30.


    Gilbert stood outside, his eyes narrowing slightly.


    Today’s Sherilyn, always so tactful and reasonable…


    Would any of the young elites of Sunhaven overlook her past and take an interest in her?


    Gilbert closed his eyes tightly, frustrated. Why did he have to organize a birthday party?!


    Though reluctant and frustrated, he knew he couldn’t skimp on what needed to be done.


    After all, it was Sherilyn’s birthday.


    Sherilyn only found out about it on the day.


    She had breakfast with Sylvia, and then the housekeeper Cara and the staff started preparing.


    Deliveries arrived, along with the chefs and waitstaff hired for the event…


    Sherilyn was thest to know. “Sylvia, are we expecting guests today?”


    “Yes, dear.” Sylvia smiled, patting her hand. “It’s a birthday party for you.”


    “What?” Sherilyn was genuinely surprised. “Oh, Sylvia, you shouldn’t have. It’s just a birthday.”


    It had been years since shest celebrated her birthday. She hadpletely forgotten it was even


    today.


    “We must.


    Sylvia shook her head, her eyes filled with apology. “After thest weing party


    went


    poorly for you, this is a perfect chance to make it up. I want everyone in Sunhaven to know you’re


    my beloved granddaughter.”


    “Sylvia…”


    “It’s all arranged.”


    Sylvia smiled. “The invitations are sent, and the staff for the evening are all here. All you need to do


    is dress up beautifully and enjoy yourself.”


    Meanwhile, at the front gate, the ornate iron gate opened, and a sleek ck Bentley elegantly made


    its way in.