Marry My Father's Rival

Chapter 8 Gift

Yvonne was wearing a shimmering gold dress today, which reached her thighs, dazzling but not over the top.

Zoila was dressed in a Valentino dress, worth tens of thousands, but it looked like something her mother would wear.

Compared to her, Yvonne looked more beautiful and vibrant.

In her previous life, Yvonne usually dressed maturely and concealed her natural radiance. In fact, she was far more beautiful than Zoila, and her beauty was even well-known in Hiltonan. Today, she had taken off her high heels and chosen delicate Mary Jane shoes. The moment she entered the room, like an unparalleled celebrity stepping out of a movie, she attracted everyone's attention.

"Is that... Yvonne?"

Yvonne glanced coldly at the few people before walking past them arrogantly.

Frank Taylor was delighted because he hadn't expected Yvonne to come.

"Yvonne, you're finally here!"

"I'm sorry, Dad. I was busy earlier, so I'm late."

Everyone else was stunned!

"Wasn't the eldest daughter of the Taylor family a notorious troublemaker? Who was this elegant and well-mannered beauty standing before us?" they thought.

"Miss Taylor, I've heard so much about you."

Immediately, someone with sharp eyes approached her to chat.

"You flatter me, Uncle Lee. You're the best venture capitalist in Hiltonan, and I'd like to propose a toast to you." Yvonne, who had never shied away from such occasions in the past, had surprised everyone with her sudden appearance just now. Not only did she show up, but she even helped her father greet all the guests. She picked up a glass of red wine and drank it all, showing ample respect to the other party!

She was polite and skillful, which made Zoila, who was the same age, seem like a child who had seen little of the world.

Everyone was amazed and exclaimed that there were no underachievers among the children of talented men. They completely forgot about the mother and daughter from the Mooney Group.

Sarah had been silent for a long time, and her face gradually darkened.

She couldn't bear to lie there any longer. Seeing that the time had come, she immediately signaled to Zoila.

"Frank, Zoila personally embroidered a large picture of longevity as a birthday gift."

After that, Sarah looked at Zoila, who was standing beside her, and said, "Zoila, take it out and show it to our guests."

Knowing that this was an opportunity for her to turn the tables, Zoila suppressed her anger, took out a scroll from behind her, and unrolled it.

"Wow—"

Everyone was astonished.

As the scroll gradually unfolded, seven peonies appeared with several butterflies fluttering above them. The entire picture was elegant with exquisite embroidery, showing that Zoila had put a lot of effort into it.

"This embroidery skill is quite good!"

"The butterfly and the peony represent family harmony and happiness... What a filial daughter!"

The crowd now had a completely new appreciation for Zoila. Enjoying everyone's praise, Zoila looked at Frank expectantly, waiting for his response.

"Beautiful, very beautiful." Frank was obviously very happy as he patted Zoila on the shoulder.

"You're so thoughtful."

"This is what Zoila should do."

Frank shook his head and said with a smile:

"Zoila, you're about to start school soon, and there are still many things to prepare for. It would be better for you to just say 'Happy Birthday' instead of wasting your time on this. Remember that next time."

Zoila nodded.

At the same time, Sarah saw Yvonne's empty hands and suddenly had an idea.

"Yvonne, you like new things and you're much more fashionable than your sister. You must have prepared a birthday gift for your father with great effort, right? Take it out and let us take a look."

When Sarah called out to Yvonne, she was sampling champagne and was obviously not yet ready.

Seeing that she wasn't prepared at all, Sarah was almost overjoyed.

Indeed, she hadn't guessed wrong. Yvonne hadn't brought the gift with her.

Frank also noticed this and immediately came to his daughter's defense. "Yvonne has been much more sensible lately. I'm very happy, and it's the best birthday gift," he said.

Yvonne simply smiled and casually placed her champagne glass on the waiter's tray. Then she said a few words to the waiter before walking towards Sarah.

"Mrs. Mooney, why are you in such a hurry?"

As she spoke, Yvonne glanced at her watch and then looked at several well-dressed waiters in suits who were entering through the door. They appeared to be high-level account managers specializing in deliveries. Yvonne pursed her lips and said, "Here they come."

Yvonne had prepared a gift after all!

Moreover, it was likely not a superficial one.

Sarah pressed her thin lips together tightly as she glared coldly at the men in suits standing at the door.

Yvonne took out a dark blue gift box.

"Dad, I'm not as skilled as Zoila, but the patterns on this tie were designed and customized by me. I hope you like it."

Frank was flattered. He had never expected his troublesome daughter to be so filial.

Even if she had picked up a stone from outside and given it to him, he would have been very happy, not to mention that it was a custom-made gift.

"Yvonne, this... you've really pleased me.

Thank you!"

"Don't say that, Dad. We're family. Open the box and take a look. Do you like it?"

Frank immediately opened the box, and everyone saw a deep blue tie, elegant and cleverly designed, which was obviously of high quality.

Someone immediately recognized it.

"Wow, isn't this the exclusive high-end European brand from the Hiltonan building?"

"Yes, I went to the store to pick out gifts, but they wouldn't even let me in unless I was a VIP. Miss Taylor is indeed the top socialite in Hiltonan!"

Moreover, it wasn't just an ordinary tie, but one with Frank's name secretly and exquisitely engraved on one end, indicating that it was custom-made and that the owner must have a distinguished identity.

In contrast, Zoila's gift was a bit childish.

Zoila was furious. "How long has it been! Everyone's attention has been focused on that b***h, Yvonne!" she cursed silently.

Trembling with anger, she winked wildly at her mother. There was a hint of conspiracy in Sarah's eyes, and she seized this opportune moment.

"Yvonne, this brand is very expensive, isn't it? How much did it cost? Don't buy such extravagant gifts next time. It's not easy for your father to earn money."