Who Knew My Assigned Mechanic Husband Was a Big Shot? novel Chapter 105

Sloane and Logan were the last to arrive at the private banquet room.

The Sutton family had been chatting and laughing loudly, but the moment Sloane and Logan walked in, the room fell dead silent. Every pair of eyes locked onto them.

Sloane pulled out the thick birthday envelope she had prepared and walked up to Alfred Sutton. "Happy eightieth birthday, Grandpa. I wish you health and happiness."

"Child, why the envelope? Your presence here is enough," Alfred said.

He meant it.

Alfred hadn't seen Sloane in over half a year. The last time was on New Year's Day when she had visited to pay her respects.

He had wanted her here simply because a man his age desired the picture-perfect image of three generations gathered together.

It was exactly what people on the internet called "playing happy family"—you needed all the cast members present.

But Sloane firmly pressed the envelope into his hands anyway.

Whether he wanted it or not was his business; giving it was hers.

Sloane then introduced Logan. "Grandpa, this is my husband."

"Oh. The one from the Civil Affairs Bureau?"

"Yes."

Sloane and Logan had rushed over and hadn't had time to dress up. They had managed a quick change of clothes, but there had been no time for a shower. Coming straight from The Verdant Wilds, they both still carried the faint, earthy scent of the woods.

It was a scent completely devoid of high-society elegance.

Alfred looked Logan up and down. "I heard you fix cars for a living?"

Logan nodded calmly. "Yes, sir."

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