Sean firmly believed that there was nothing Charlie, the notorious freeloader, could offer Lord Moore that would everpare to Vermeer’s exquisite painting!


    With that conviction, he was sure he would outshine Charlie and emerge as the standout gift-giver, delighting the guests and impressing Lord Moore the most.


    In Sean’s eyes, Charlie was nothing more than a pathetic loser who had merely married into his wife’s family. He was convinced that Charlie would be unable to present a respectable gift; thus, whatever Charlie brought would never match the value of the precious painting he had given to Lord Moore!


    With a sneer, he remarked, “Grandpa Moore, I’ve heard that Master Wade has been dabbling in feng shui scams for quite a while. He must have raked in a fortune from all his tricks. I wouldn’t be surprised if his birthday gift to you is a priceless treasure worth hundreds of millions, or even billions of dors!”


    Turning to Charlie, he added, “The painting I gave is valued at 400 million; surely, your gift must exceed that!”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Lord Moore frowned at Sean’s sarcasticment, his displeasure toward the young man growing. He replied coldly, “Regardless of what Master Wade gifts me, they are all invaluable treasures!”


    Sean was taken aback by the chilling response and unfriendly tone.


    What kind of enchantment could Charlie have cast on Lord Moore? Why was he always on Charlie’s side?!


    As this unfolded, Charlie stood up and made his way to the stage, having been mentioned by name.


    All eyes were on him, curious about what he would present.


    However, he appeared to be empty-handed, and it didn’t seem like he had anything tucked away in his pockets either.


    Was Charlie really nning to show up “empty-handed” at such a prestigious event?!


    Even if he wanted to give a painting, there was no way he could conceal it in his pocket, no matter how small!


    Since Charlie approached without any visible gift, the majority assumed he hadn’t prepared anything. If he had, it was likely to be utterly worthless and nowhere near the value of the Vermeer painting.


    Meanwhile, Lord Moore was perched on the edge of his seat, anxiety churning within him.


    He focused all his attention on Charlie.


    In reality, he was filled with anticipation as he watched Charlie walk toward him empty-handed!


    His greatest fear was that Charlie would arrive holding a gift box or some other physical object.


    At a moment like this, what he truly desired was the Rejuvenating Pill!


    While Vermeer’s painting was indeed a magnificent gift, perfectly suited to his love for antiquities, it was merely a hobby for him.<fna454> Th?s chapter is updated by Find_Novel(.</fna454>


    When faced with the prospect of death, what good were all his favorite possessions?


    He would dly trade everything for just a few extra days of life.


    Thus, Lord Moore eagerly anticipated Charlie presenting him with the Rejuvenating Pill! This was his most fervent hope at that moment.


    As Charlie paused in front of Lord Moore, calm andposed, Sean interrupted mockingly, “Hey, Brother Wade, don’t you think you’re being a bit cheap? Today is Grandpa Moore’s 80th birthday! How could youe to his celebration empty-handed? That takes some nerve!”


    Charlie smiled slightly and replied, “Who said I didn’t bring a gift?”


    “Then where is it? Show us!” Sean said derisively. “Did you just pick something up from a store? Take a look around—do you see any gifts here valued at ten million or less?”