The Peerless Man With A Thousand Gifts Novels & Stories

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.

On the other hand, the man in the gold-colored robe seemed to have lost his interest in Wynne Dalganus’ treasure. “You were lucky, Byron. I won’t fight you for that treasure anymore. I’m reserving my powers to win the Tenfold Realms Transcendent Sutra and the Herstellen Art.” Byron cast the man an icy glance. “Biff Jumanne, do you seriously think you’re that great? Did you really think I’d be afraid to take you on?” “Heh!” Biff snickered and left. After that, Byron teleported toward the piece of white jade. His hand was shaking as he slowly reached out and took the item.

husband sitting in the luxurious seat of honor, wearing an expensive handmade suit. He didn't look a thing like the shabby man who needed me to mend his torn shirts. The guests around were gasping in awe: "Mr. Thorne is so generous! He actually gave his stepson a yacht worth tens of millions as a birthday gift!" "Exactly. Not only is he the richest man on Wall Street, but he's also so devoted. He treats his lover's child like his own. Where can you find a good man like that?" Richest man? A multi-million dollar yacht?

The suited man nodded repeatedly and replied, "Yes! I like it very much, it's my favorite!" "Coincidentally, my family has nothing else but that stuff. If you really like it, I'll give you some more when I get the chance." In fact, the gift Zachary gave the suited man was not a souvenir. Instead, the so-called souvenir was actually a bag full of cash worth $1 million! Even if the person was not short of money, that large bag of cash would still give them a certain visual impact with just one look.

“What’s the point anyway? Why do this as a gift?” “Are you daft? If Master likes it, then he will come back and buy more.” “Oh.” Their conversation was interrupted by the return of the small woman. She carried four solid bands of silver and proceeded to slip two up each arm so they sat an inch apart across the meat of his arm above the elbow. All three stood back to admire the scowling omega. She seemed satisfied this time and gave them all another small bow. “Please inform His Highness that this is a gift from Brier of The Glittering Chain. We would welcome his patronage if our specialty chains are to his liking.”