Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 761 - 762

But all Megan could do was daydream. After all, the girl was Jamie Noelle. How could she possibly be her granddaughter?

She could only envy the family in her heart; having such a remarkable and talented child must be like waking up smiling from a dream.

"Jamie Noelle is so skilled, not only at chess and playing the violin but also at baking birthday cakes."

"To make a birthday cake so excellent, even a professional baker would feel inferior."

"It’s incredible. I don’t know whether to envy Mr. Albright for having Jamie Noelle bake him a cake, or to envy the special bond between Mr. Albright and Jamie Noelle."

"Indeed, they seem to get along as harmoniously as a grandfather and granddaughter, which is truly enviable."

Rosemary placed a birthday hat on Eugene’s head and lit the candles herself, "Shall we all sing Happy Birthday?"

The guests around them nodded, their faces beaming with smiles as they began singing together.

Even Nelson, who had declared he would never sing Happy Birthday to Eugene, was now belting it out with gusto. The other elders joined in as well.

Surrounded by everyone, Eugene felt so blessed that his eyes brimmed with tears.

The birthday song was sung not once, but three times before they stopped.

Rosemary looked at Eugene with gentle eyes, "Make a wish, Grandpa Eugene."

For the first time, Eugene realized that having a birthday bash could be such a blissful event. He used to avoid people for fear they’d pester him to take on any protege or ask for networking favors. But

tonight, he could celebrate openly and joyously.

He closed his eyes, taking the wishing seriously for the first time and greedily made a few extra wishes.

"His wishes definitely include that one," President Barton chuckled, whispering to President Charles beside him, "The thing of passing on the mantle."

"As if we need to guess. If it were me, that would be my first wish too, hahaha."

Everyone watched with a smile as Eugene finished making his wishes.

"Let’s blow out the candles together," Eugene and everyone else blew out the candles.

All the servants popped the birthday confetti cannons, and a shower of colorful streamers burst and floated down.

The crowd playfully urged Eugene to cut the cake.

Rosemary helped to remove the candles, and Eugene passed the first slice of cake to her, "This birthday bash wouldn’t have happened if not for you, kiddo."

If it weren’t so difficult to see her, Eugene wouldn’t have used his birthday as an excuse, waiting for Rosemary to show up on her own.

Everyone could tell Eugene’s fondness for Rosemary, and they envied the girl countless times. Not only was she capable, but she also had the endorsement and affection of an esteemed elder, which was truly rare.

Over the years, whenever any of the elders celebrated their birthday, the first slice of cake would always go to Rosemary, so she was used to it. She waited until everyone had their slice before starting to eat.

"This is so delicious; it even has my favorite fruit in it, simply scrumptious," Eugene praised after just one bite, savoring the taste with closed eyes, "Rose, this cake you made is even better than the one you made for Beck."

"There he goes again," President Barton knew Eugene all too well, "To the uninitiated, it would seem Rose added an extra spoonful of sugar or a few more pieces of fruit for you. Look at how smug you are."

"Anyway, this taste is just better than yours," Eugene replied, his face radiating satisfaction and happiness.

"Alright, alright, it’s his birthday. Why are you competing with him?" President Charles intervened with a smile, playing peacemaker.

"Rose, my birthday’s just a couple of months away. I want you to bake me a cake, but it’s gotta be bigger and grander than the one you made for Eugene."

Before Nelson could finish his sentence, President Barton chimed in, "Why don’t you just let her whip up a spaceship for you?"

Rosemary couldn’t help but laugh as she watched the two of them bicker. Distracted, she glanced over and spotted Alma, carrying a cake and heading straight for Serena who was swinging nonchalantly on a garden swing, blissfully devouring a slice of cake, oblivious to the world around her.

The corner was secluded, with no guests around, so Alma took advantage and smashed the cake right onto Serena’s face.

Before Serena could even cry out, Alma had mashed the rest of the cake, smearing it everywhere.

Serena hadn’t managed to remove the plate from her face before Alma stomped on her foot and shoved her off the swing with astonishing speed.

The back of Serena’s head and her spine thudded against the ground, pain shooting through her body, her elegant looks now ruined.

Cake filled her eyes, nose, and mouth, muffling her attempts to call for help. She didn’t even get a good look at her assailant.

Alma had brought a glass of red wine with her and now splashed it mercilessly onto Serena’s expensive dress. She stomped on Serena a few more times before turning to leave.

Covered in cake and wine, Serena finally managed to wipe her face clean enough to open her eyes, but her attacker was already gone. Yet, she had a hunch - it was Alma’s doing.

"Serena??" Martin, who had just finished mingling with the guests, turned around to look for Serena and was shocked by the scene. He rushed over to help her up.

"What happened? Who did this to you?" He immediately took off his blazer to drape over her and used his shirt sleeve to wipe her face.

Furious, Serena pushed him away and ran for the restroom.

Amidst the commotion, Phillip appeared, leaning on a cane, grinning ear to ear.

"Is that Phillip McMillian? He’s attending Mr. Albright’s birthday party also?"

His presence was significant, a man looked up to by all.

Rumors had swirled that he was unwell, needing hospital rest, but here he was, looking spirited and dapper in a black suit. Despite the cane, he radiated vitality.

Guests flocked to greet him.

"Phillip, good to see you! I’m the head of Aubrey Electronics, Aubrey. My father’s Bancroft. It’s an honor to meet you tonight. May I shake your hand?"

"Phillip, do you remember me? I’m Vivian, and this is my daughter Roxanne. You held her when she was just a little girl."

Roxanne had not expected Phillip to make an appearance, given the rumors of his illness and withdrawal from social events.

In the elite circles, everyone knew Phillip’s grandson was Romeo, a man of almost divine allure.

Her mother nudged her, and Roxanne stepped forward with a smile, "Mr. McMillian, it’s a pleasure to see you. I’m Roxanne."

"Hello, hello." Phillip tried to make his way toward Eugene, but the crowd was thick, blocking his path.

"Phillip? Is it really you? Do you remember me? I’m Bluno. We met at a charity gala three years ago. My dad and I were seated right behind you, and we even exchanged greetings."

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