"Rose, this is my gift to you: a private yacht."
The yacht boasted a gigantic helicopter pad, hundreds of rooms, a movie theater capable of accommodating hundreds of guests, two swimming pools, an oversized garage—and the list went on.
The interior decoration was luxurious and beautiful, with a total value of 20 million dollars.
"Thank you, Hunter." Rosemary accepted the gift but felt overwhelmed by its extravagance.
"Rose, this is a small token from me and Myrna." Chasel stepped forward, handed Rosemary a gift box, his gaze filled with adoration and warmth.
Inside the box was the deed to a private jet, bearing Rosemary's name.
"All the paperwork, including the registration, airworthiness certificate, radio station license, and insurance, have all been taken care of." Chasel's gaze was affectionate as he gently explained, "The interior of the plane was decorated by Myrna. You should love it."
"Thank you, Chasel and Myrna."
