Vivian Yates and the others arrived at the party. Leona Grant was sitting in a corner, drinking.
Leona Grant wasn't very old either. Brimming with youthful confidence, he exuded a powerful aura even while sitting there casually.
Vivian Yates walked up to him. The gift box was a replacement, looking much newer. She handed it to Leona Grant. "Leona, your gift!"
Leona Grant was clearly taken aback for a moment. He then took the gift, set it aside, and said politely, "Thank you."
Vivian Yates smiled, a sweet yet disappointed expression on her face. "Aren't you going to open it? I spent so long preparing it..."
The Leona Grant outside the dream scoffed. 'I? What a clever little word game!'
Leona Grant set down his wine glass and opened the packaging. His eyes flashed with amazement when he saw what was inside. "Where did you buy this?"
