The Peerless Man With A Thousand Gifts Novels & Stories

" I grabbed Stella's left wrist. Before she could react, I yanked up the sleeve of her coat. Under the searchlights, a burn scar was exposed for everyone to see. "You personally went to retrieve the gold. "Because you gave me a one-million-dollar check, and you needed to move these two tons of smuggled goods. "Your cash flow was cut off. You needed money!" I burst out laughing, my laughter filled with contempt. "A brilliant medical examiner and a self-proclaimed judge. "In the end, for a few gold bars... "You personally murdered a defenseless, disabled man. "Stella, is this what your standards amount to?"

"I don't know what you think you're doing, but I can't accept it. Any of it. I don't take gifts or money from strangers." Something flickered in those frozen depths. Too fast to identify, but there. Definitely there. "Strangers," he repeated. The word rolled off his tongue like he was tasting it. "Yes. Strangers." I straightened my spine, ignoring the way my legs trembled. "We don't know each other. You don't owe me anything. And I don't owe you anything. So please—stop." The two guards exchanged glances. I could feel the curiosity of passersby starting to gather, the weight of eyes on our strange tableau. The most powerful man in New York, confronted by a woman in a worn jacket and secondha

What sort of gift was that? “Which is why the gift is special,” he said, and then turned slightly… just enough for me to see past him. There were two people standing in the hallway behind him. A man and a woman. The man was tall and broad-shouldered with scars over his body. He had little clothes on… what the… his dark auburn hair and piercing gold eyes that seemed vaguely familiar. The woman was stunning, with high cheekbones, long dark curls, and an amused look in her eye like she’d already heard all of this before.

The wedding hall was bathed in a harsh, blinding light. The emcee smiled brightly and handed the microphone to Alice. "Come on, let the bride change how she addresses you. She should call you Mom. The gift is just symbolic—10,000 dollars with best wishes!" I held the wine glass in my hand, ready to propose a toast. Alice sat in her chair, eyelids half-lowered, clutching the money without moving a muscle. "Ten thousand? That's history."

Whether it was crystal pendants, fine wines, or antiques, they felt insignificant by comparison. "Johnny is indeed generous. Since he has set the tone, we Millers won't be outdone either. Bring the gift over!" Another young man stepped forward, dressed in a suit. He was also one of Stephen's groomsmen and had an impressive presence. The servant quickly brought the gift box over. The moment he opened the gift box, everyone leaned in for a look. Inside was a delicate carved decorative plate. On the plate were a man and woman standing on a mountain peak overlooking a city. The design was intricate and lifelike.

Because the last auction item was actually a small plain silver earrings. "Silver?" Some people thought and couldn't help but wonder whether the person who gave the gift deliberately did this. Otherwise, who would give such a worthless thing? After the host reported that the name of the gift-giver was ALDEN RICHARDS, everyone in the audience fell silent for a second and then 'Oh' , 'Ahh', 'tsk' many snorting sounds escaped their mouths. It turned out to be Alden Richards, A fallen Prince. The young master of the RICHARDS who was Bankrupted now.

They knew that none of these gifts could touch Charlie’s heart at all. After that, Liam gave Charlie a jade carving of Plutus. In his words, Plutus was the god of wealth. Therefore, he would be able to grant Charlie safety and wealth. Charlie smiled and thanked Liam before accepting the gift. However, Charlie was still impervious to all of these gifts. Finally, it was Albert’s turn. He took out a beautifully packed gift box before handing it over to Charlie as he said seriously, “Master Wade, this is a little token of my appreciation.”

Why would anyone subject themselves to abject poverty? Just because Lucas was good looking, didn't mean that was enough to care for a woman. "My Goodness!" someone screams in the crowd and that catches everyone's attention. The crowd paves way for a man who is simply dressed in a suit and tie, holding the stone and examining it with a Loupe. His careful examination, brought murmurs to the crowd's lips as they watched him with careful eyes. "Who are you and what the hell are you doing?" someone asked with annoyance. Why was he trying to make the gift look cool when in the end it was an ordinary stone?

“Yes, he is picky. If there is anything substandard about the furnishings, replace all of it. I want only the best. Price does not matter.” My throat tightens. The cold air suddenly burns inside my chest. A gift. For a single man. Who? The word tastes like acid in my mouth. She is buying a multi-million dollar estate for another male. The manager pulls out a black leather binder and flips it open. He hands her a heavy silver pen. “Miss Penelope, have you made your final selection?” “I have,” she says. She reaches for the pen. “Let me gift it to you.” I walk forward before her fingers can touch the ink. My voice sounds deeper than usual, scraping against the high ceiling of the room.

The old lady smiled broadly and praised him, saying, “You’re an amazing grandson, Cyrus. Thank you for the gift.” “Grandma, no matter how much money is spent, it’s worth it as long as you’re happy!” “Grandpa, I’ve brought you a famous painting.” Another grandson presented his gift. The old lady’s smile instantly froze, but she still nodded to acknowledge him. Following after, the rest of the Hills’ youngsters presented their birthday gifts. Apart from Cyrus’ valuable gift, the other gifts were too common. The old lady slightly nodded when they were presented to her. Thea smiled and presented her gift. “Grandma, I’ve also prepared a gift for you. This is thousand-year-old ginseng. It’s Herbal