Chapter 213


    Emmanuel was surprised by Roselynn’s deration, and his heart was


    warmed by her disy of affection.


    She did not do so solely out of affection for her brother but because she


    believed they owed Mackenzie too much for her assistance. In Roselynn’s


    eyes, it was uneptable that her brother had never given his wife a nice


    present! Therefore, regardless of what transpired, they had to recover the


    initial six thousand so that he could purchase a gift for Mackenzie.


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    However, Emerson and Jamison wanted to open their mouths to speak, but


    Hermann forbade them. Through gritted teeth, Hermann spat out, “F–Fine!


    We’ll agree to that!”


    Ultimately, a resolution had been reached.


    Soon, Roselynn had lost her appetite because she realized the Cadigans did


    not truly remorse for their actions and were only apologizing since they felt they had no other choice.


    “Alright, then! I’ll delete the post once you pay back every cent.” After uttering this, she dragged


    Alessandra with her out the door.


    Naturally, Emmanuel did not linger a moment longer, and he followed them


    closely to ensure they did not encounter any obstacles.


    After they had left, Emerson unleashed a string of curses. “Dang it! I should


    have killed Roselynn ages ago! They’re so annoying!”


    “Yeah! There’s no way Emmanuel can protect her forever. One day, I will kill


    her!” Jamison vehemently agreed.


    On the other hand, Henrietta was shaken by their mounting anger but dared


    not speak up.


    Later that evening, Emmanuel received 4,500 from Roselynn. 3,000 was


    obtained from the Cadigans, and the remaining 1,500 was from her savings. She requested that he


    give Mackenzie a romantic gift to strengthen their rtionship; otherwise, she would never forgive him.


    I don’t care how the Cadigans got the money, but I’m having trouble deciding what to get Mackenzie.


    What does she like? However, he was no fool, and after a night of


    contemtion, he secretly called Terence the following morning. “Grandpa, I want to buy Mackenzie a


    present. I don’t know what she likes, though. Can you give me a few ideas?” he asked.


    In the meantime, Terence had beenzing around his home for the past few


    days with nothing to do. Hence, when he heard that, he immediately leaped


    to his feet in excitement as though his birthday had arrived early. His reaction


    startled everyone in the Quillen residence. “Of course I do! You’vee to the


    right person for help!” He then continued without hesitation, “Mackenzie has


    always been different. She never liked the color pink, dolls, or toys. This girl is


    such a tyrant; her favorite color is royal gold! She will definitely love it if you


    give her the golden jade phoenix. You’ll win her heart then!”


    Hah… Emmanuel simply ignored Terence’sst sentence. I am only giving her


    a gift to express my gratitude for everything she has done for my family. Regarding winning her heart,


    Grandpa is overthinking. “What is the golden jade phoenix?” His focus was on that important piece of


    information.


    “Haha! It’s very hard to tell you about it now. I do know that there will be a secret auction happening this


    Friday evening. The golden jade phoenix,


    personally carved by the great Thomas Cline, would be auctioned off then. Why don’t you go with me?”


    “Well… Okay!” Emmanuel eventually decided it was time to experience more


    of the world. While he did not think 4,500 was enough to buy anything great,


    he would do anything Terence rmended.


    When Terence ended the call, his butler, Alfred Grishaw, walked over. “Sir, Mr.


    Cline is one of the greatest master artisans in the country. His works are often


    worth millions, if not billions! Emmanuel might not be able to afford it.”


    “Haha! Of course! I don’t need you to remind me.”


    Terence was in such a great mood that he was grinning even as he hurled


    insults. “He might not have the money, but I do. I am willing to pay tens of


    billions, let alone a few million. Either way, it’ll go to my granddaughter. I would


    not lose out anyway. Hahaha!”


    In agreement, Alfred nodded, and he shared Terence’s joy. I have served


    alongside him for over three decades and have never seen him smile so


    brightly. Evidently, his only desire at the moment is a great–grandchild!


    With the help of an old schemer, Mackenzie’s misandry would be cured.