*
It took a long time for the cheering outside to finally die down.
Vivienne and Bianca silently removed their noise-canceling headphones.
Remembering the date, Bianca asked, "Vivienne, your birthday is next month. Do you know what you're doing for it yet?"
Vivienne shook her head. "I'll just let Grandpa plan it."
She didn't really care about birthdays, but Caspian took them very seriously, and she didn't want to ruin his fun.
In her past life, her fourteenth birthday had been a quiet family dinner. But this time around, Caspian had thrown her a breathtaking floral gala at Onyx Manor. The gifts alone had filled an entire room, and he had even transplanted a massive ten-acre sea of flowers into the manor's backyard.
Since then, her birthdays had only grown more extravagant.
This year was set to be the biggest yet. A month ago, Caspian had forced her to write a wishlist. Since she was currently tight on cash, she shamelessly listed thirty wildly expensive items. She was worried she was being too greedy, but the old man wasn't satisfied. He manually added seventy more luxury requests, forced Cedric to compile them into a hundred-page PowerPoint, and dropped it into the Ravenshire Group family group chat.
To ensure none of his busy descendants missed the memo, Caspian tagged everyone. Terrified of the patriarch's wrath, the family members scrambled to confirm receipt.
Lucian's twin sons were the only outliers. Isaac was undergoing classified training with the North Sea Special Forces, and Isaiah was locked in a top-secret lab at the National Island Research Center. When neither replied, Caspian furiously called the headquarters of the National Intelligence Bureau demanding answers.
"Where are my grandsons? You said you were borrowing them, not severing their ties to their family! Are the two brats... dead?"



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