It was around 10 pm. At the Pearson residence, a feast was ready on the dining table. The cream on the cake in the middle had started to melt.
Starry Bradley was just about to ask the maid to put the cake in the refrigerator. Later it would be taken out when Filip Pearson came back. Before she could speak, the old Mrs. Pearson snapped, "Don't wait up for him!"
Starry and the old Mrs. Pearson, as known as Frances Wood, had waited for Filip for a whole night. "It's getting late, you should go to bed. That ungrateful brat. Even if you're so nice to him, he keeps being an insensitive idiot."
It seemed that Frances was really pissed off. She even called her favorite grandson Filip ungrateful.
The maid also said, "Young lady, please go to rest. Mr. Pearson won't come back."
Today was Filip's birthday. Starry had been making preparation since 3 pm. She cooked a table of dishes to celebrate his birthday.
But they had been waiting from 6 to 10, and Filip hadn't come back yet. Frances had had dinner and was just keeping Starry company. She was pissed off.
Let alone Starry who hadn't eaten anything since lunch.
Starry looked down at the cake and then at the calendar on her phone. Her brows furrowed, as if she was upset too.
She wasn't mad. She was just a little sad.
June 17.
It was his birthday. He once said it would be great if he could enjoy her cooking on his birthday.
Now she had prepared a feast, but he wasn't here.
After a while, Starry smiled at Frances and said, "Grandma, you should go to bed. Maybe Filip is too busy today. It's his birthday, he needs to eat cake. I will send it over to him."
Both Frances and the maid felt sorry for her, but they couldn't interfere in their relationship.
Starry wrapped the cake up, got changed, took an umbrella and drove to find Filip.
She knew where Filip was.
Lucia Scott returned to the country today. Filip and other friends threw her a welcome party at Club Magenta.
Starry arrived at the gate at 11 pm. But she couldn't get in.
Only people with a membership could get into Club Magenta. Given Starry's background, there was no way that she couldn't get the membership card.
However, this place was owned by the Scott family. Lucia could easily forbid her from entering with a word.
"Miss Bradley, I'm sorry, you can't get in."
Starry looked inside, and decided not to go hard with the security guard.
Holding an umbrella, she stepped back and called Filip.
When Filip's phone rang, Dillon Baxter happened to see the caller ID. Starry called Filip seven or eight times a night, even Dillon felt sorry for her. He nudged Filip who was resting aside with his eyes closed, "Filip, Starry had called you many times. You're really not gonna answer it?"
The man on the sofa suddenly opened his eyes at Dillon's words. He threw Dillion a cold look.
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