The next day.
In the Cross Family home in Cledondale.
There were colorful lights hanging everywhere in a carnival-like atmosphere.
It was Zayn Cross' sixtieth birthday. Many dignitaries from all over streamed into the Cross Family home to wish Zayn a happy birthday.
Dressed in a celebratory traditional robe, Zayn led his forty-year-old wife, Helen, and her son, Gladius together with the other members of the family to welcome the guests.
"Congratulations!"
"Congratulations to you Sir, and may you have a long and happy life ahead still!"
The ones congratulating Zayn were the leading figures of the Underground in Northania.
Zayn was filled with pride and selfsatisfaction. Ever since the Cross Family had moved from the East to Northania, they had managed to establish themselves as one of the prominent families.
Zayn was proud of his achievements.
However, he had long forgotten that without his ex-wife's support, it would not have been possible for him to succeed.
Meanwhile, Francis, the head butler approached him and asked in a congratulatory tone, "Sir, Ma'am, Master, since the guests are all here and it's almost time, shall I order the kitchen to start the banquet?"
Smiling gleefully, Zayn was about to nod when a group of boisterous men barged in and insisted on presenting Zayn with a gift.
Since it was Zayn's birthday, it would be unreasonable to reject any gifts from the guests. He responded happily, "Who's sent the gifts? Let them bring the presents in.”
Meanwhile, Colin strode in followed by eighteen men in suits. All of them were holding a painted scroll in their hands.
Many of the guests gasped in shock at the scene.
"Good God, what a grand entrance! I wonder who'd sent the gifts.”
"Indeed! Eighteen men with painted scrolls. They must be eighteen famous paintings!"
"Tsk Tsk, these are expensive gifts. It appears that Zayn is very well respected."
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