Chapter 532


    Chapter 532 Birthday Banquet


    Today was significant for Summer as it marked her birthday, symbolizing her rise within the Olsen


    family.


    Since taking the reins, more and more people began to grasp the true importance of this youngdy.


    To honor her, a special feature titled ‘From Researcher to Heiress- The Summer Olsen’s Journey’ was


    created,vishing her withmends, as society loves witnessing capable socialites in action.


    The Olsen family’s unconventional decision to ce their daughter in charge of family affairs rather


    than the eldest son stirred up a whirlwind of gossip and fascination. This public appearance was


    Summer’s first since returning to the country. Mark spared no effort in organizing a grand celebration.


    Guests had been streaming in since the afternoon, and the room was filled with gifts from high-ranking


    officials and dignitaries.


    However, truly meaningful celebrations for Summer’s birthday were few and far between.


    Nearly every guest at the banquet tonight was engaging in social interactions solely driven by their


    personal interests, and Summer was acutely aware of this fact.


    “What time is it? Why hasn’t Dex arrived yet?”


    Summer gathered her dress and walked toward the window, hoping to spot Dexter’s car pulling up


    outside. Much to her disappointment, it was not in view


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    A vignt servant looked up and informed her, “Ms. Olsen, Mr. Russell has left a gift for you.”


    The servant hesitated to finish the sentence. Mr. Russell’s probably noting.


    Summer furrowed her brow, “What gift?”


    The packaging was exquisite, revealing a valuable ne, and to her, it was nothing extraordinary


    for a typical birthday gift.


    Summer’s anger surged as she examined the ne, causing her to fling the gift onto the ground.


    “Why on earth would I need a ne?”


    The servant dared not utter a word. Suddenly, her eyes lit up as she spotted a potential savior, “Mrs.


    Olsen!”


    Summer looked up and saw udia approaching with a ss of water. Still, she remained silent.


    udia donned a petite Chanel-style jacket paired with an elegant skirt. She nced at the discarded


    ne and stooped down to retrieve it. “Not fancy it? Let me unwrap another one for you.”


    She casually unwrapped another gift, eximing, “Oh, check this out. It’s a Picasso painting. It’s totally


    your style. Let’s see who sent it… Oh, it’s from Arnold. Man, as usual, Arnold is super generous to


    you!”


    This painting actually sold for a crazy amount at a Sotheby’s auction.


    Arnold insisted it was a simple gift, showcasing his incredible generosity.


    Summer nced at it briefly and said, “Not really my thing. Even if Dex handed me a leaf, I would


    appreciate it because it’s from him. But even if Arnold gave me an entire city, I still wouldn’t like it.”


    Her preference was crystal clear.


    udia shook her head and ced the artwork aside. “Hey, you gotta know. Having someone like


    Arnold spoil you like this is not an everyday urrence. You’re lucky and blessed, Summer. And


    remember. Dexter is a married man now.”


    Hearing this, Summer instantly felt a pang of injustice. “Mom, are you also trying to give me away to


    Arnold, just like Dad?”


    udia gave her shoulder a reassuring pat. “I hope you can live a life that is simple, uplicated,


    and filled with happiness. I never intended for you to be the Olsen Group’s heir and carry the


    Olsen family’s weight.”


    Summer pursed her lips, feeling a hint of resistance. “I can handle it.”


    Observing her reaction, udia refrained from saying anything further. She wasn’t fond of overly


    festive asions, but today was a significant day for Summer, so she had to be there.


    “I haven’t seen your brother and sister-inw since my return. Do you know where they are?”


    Summer’s expression turned slightly peculiar. “How would I know? I’m going downstairs now, my


    guests should have all arrived.”


    “Eh… udia watched Summer walk away, and Mark’s voice reached her just then. “Alright. Enough


    already. Just let her be.”


    She turned around. “By the way, Zach and Laura, are they not home?”


    Mark’s expression appeared somewhat secretive. He took her hand and said, “Young people have their


    own matters to attend to. They’ll be backter. Let’s go downstairs. Don’t keep Summer and the guests


    waiting.”