"Rose, this is my gift to you: a private yacht."
The yacht boasted a gigantic helicopter pad, hundreds of rooms, a movie theater capable of accommodating hundreds of guests, two swimming pools, an oversized garage—and the list went on.
The interior decoration was luxurious and beautiful, with a total value of 20 million dollars.
"Thank you, Hunter." Rosemary accepted the gift but felt overwhelmed by its extravagance.
"Rose, this is a small token from me and Myrna." Chasel stepped forward, handed Rosemary a gift box, his gaze filled with adoration and warmth.
Inside the box was the deed to a private jet, bearing Rosemary’s name.
"All the paperwork, including the registration, airworthiness certificate, radio station license, and insurance, have all been taken care of." Chasel’s gaze was affectionate as he gently explained, "The interior of the plane was decorated by Myrna. You should love it."
"Thank you, Chasel and Myrna."
"I originally wanted to get you a yacht but thought it might be too oversized. So, I went for a custom yacht instead. It comes with a missile defense system, armored protection, a laser system to prevent paparazzi from taking unauthorized photos, and all guest rooms are fitted with bulletproof glass. It’s very safe."
Given his sister’s status, Clark specifically customized this yacht for her safety.
Don’t be fooled by the smaller size of the yacht compared to the cruise ship; it’s worth a fortune, and the operating cost was jaw-dropping.
He leaned in to whisper in Rosemary’s ear, "It’s also from Carol."
"Thank you."
Since Carol hadn’t been introduced to the family, Rosemary hadn’t thanked her in person.
"Rose, my gift might seem a bit mundane to you." David handed over a gift box. "But these are my treasures."
Inside the box were keys to three sports cars, along with their documentation.
One was a Hennessey Venom GT—one of only ten in the world—worth seven million dollars.
The second was an SSC Tuatara, worth five million dollars.
The third was a custom Aston Martin, also worth five million dollars.
"These three cars are my favorites. I haven’t driven them even once since buying them."
He treasured them greatly.
But now he was handing them over to his sister because he believed she would look cooler driving them than he ever could.
"Thank you, David."
"As long as you like them, I will get you more in the future."
David had just put his arm over his sister’s shoulder when the other brothers swatted his hand away.
"Back off!"
Suddenly, the night sky lit up with dazzling fireworks.
"Rose, look!"
These fireworks were specially customized for her by her brothers, bearing various messages:
"Welcome home."
"Merry Christmas Eve."
"Merry Christmas."
"Rose, be happy."
"Stay healthy and safe."
Although these were common blessings, they held special meaning for Rosemary.
Because Rosemary loved marigolds, many of the fireworks burst into the pattern of these flowers.
There was a young woman standing amidst a field of sunflowers.


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