When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 1326
“Actually…”
Ding, ding, ding!
Just when I was about to resolve the conflict between them, the emcee, who was standing on the
podium, tapped a spoon against his ss in front of the microphone. Hence, I could only swallow back
the words at the tip of my tongue.
“Today is Mr. William Queen’s seventieth birthday. May theing years bring even more happiness
and good health to him. Now, let’s invite his son, Mr. Bryson toe up and say a few words!”
With that, Bryson went up on stage as the guests apuded.
“Thank you to all my friends foring to celebrate my father’s birthday today. There’s nothing really
great about me, but one thing about me that hasn’t disappointed my family is my ability to make money.
Despite that, my father still worries about me, so I wish him a long life full of happiness and good
health!”
“What a filial son!”
The emcee expertly hyped up the atmosphere and the hall immediately erupted with thunderous
apuse.
Right then, a figure shed below the stage and walked directly to the emcee. After whispering a few
words, he passed a square wooden box to the emcee and swiftly stepped off the stage.
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The podium was quite far from my position, so I couldn’t see the person clearly, but he looked vaguely
familiar to me. I just couldn’t put a finger on where I had seen him before.
Soon, the emcee spoke into the microphone again. “Ladies and gentlemen, it seems like you’re all very
lucky today. Ms. Thora Ziegler knew that Mr. Queen Sr. likes antiques, so she specially searched for a
very precious item to present as a birthday gift to him. The gift is currently in my hands. Everyone,
please take a look!”
The emcee held the box with both hands and opened it in front of the guests. Following that, the
cameraman in charge of recording the event aimed the lens at the box. In the next second, the antique
inside the box was disyed on therge screen behind the podium. It was a Turlen bead.
The emcee gazed at the item in his hand and didn’t forget to exin excitedly, “If I’m not mistaken, this
is the earliest bead found in ancient Turlen and it’s worth more than two hundred and fifty million! Last
year, after the auction in M Country, a private buyer kept it as a collection and it hasn’t emerged since
then. What a surprise to know that it was, in fact, Ms. Ziegler who bought it! This is truly remarkable!”
This emcee was considered rather knowledgeable. To me, it was merely a bead the size of a finger. I
never expected it to be of such great value.
Most importantly, the bead’s price provided some food for thought. Two hundred and fifty million
seemed to have a strong interrtion with thewsuit.
The guests present had seen their fair share of the world started discussing among themselves in
hushed whispers.
“Isn’t it obvious from the price that the Zieglers are settling things peacefully with Bryson? Perhaps this
gift can resolve the conflict between both families.”
“This waspletely out of my expectations. Here we were, waiting to see that woman make a fool out
of herself, but it looks like she came prepared.”
“True. If she didn’t, thepany she established on her own would be crushed. Since she publicly
presented the bead as a birthday gift, there’s no way Bryson can reject it. It seems like he won’t be able
to get his revenge anymore.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Thora Ziegler is really something. After swindling him out of two hundred million, she’s
compensating him with a measly amount of fifty million. Remind me not to get on her bad side…”
Most of the discussions were about the same, with many of the guests aiming hostile and mocking
remarks at her, but at the end of the day, they were just envious of how well she yed her cards and
wished they could master the ability of defeating someone without lifting a finger as well.
Amid the animated discussions, the strain in Bryson’s smile as he stood on stage was evident, but like
everyone expected, a son would never make a scene at his own father’s birthday banquet. Very soon,
he regained hisposure. Gracefully epting the bead from the emcee, he studied it casually
before nodding, making sure to ster a satisfied look on his face.
Just when everyone thought that Bryson was going to begrudgingly ept Thora’s indirect apology, he
closed the wooden box, took the microphone and walked off the stage. Stopping at the nearest table,
he picked up a bottle of whiskey and poured three sses full before facing the crowd with a broad
smile.
“Ms. Ziegler.” Bryson easily found Thora among the crowd. Subsequently, the spotlight fell on her and
the people around her. “I really don’t know how to thank you for such an extravagant gift. Why don’t I
offer you three toasts as an expression of my gratitude? I wonder if you’ll ept, Ms. Ziegler?”