Chapter 483 Bringing Disaster Upon Yourself

• Georgia picked up the gift box and turned it over in her hands. When Efren saw that, he stepped forward and asked, “What’s wrong? Do you like this box?” “No, I remember seeing this box before.” Georgia actually remembered that when she and Isidra were choosing cufflinks in the jewelry store last time, the pair of diamond cufflinks that Isidra chose was wrapped in the same box as this. “All gift boxes look roughly the same,” Efren said. “No, this one is different.” What Georgia meant was the ribbon tied to the top of the gift box. This gift box was initially adorned with a sapphire blue ribbon, but Isidra said the ribbon did not look luxurious enough for this box, so she especially bought a smog blue ribbon for hundreds of dollars to redecorate it.
• And the decorative ribbon on the gift box in Georgia’s hands now was exactly the same smog blue ribbon. Furthermore, her sixth sense also told her that Isidra was the one who brought this gift. But when Isidra was choosing the pair of diamond cufflinks at that time, she looked so serious, as if she wanted to choose a gift for her fiancé. Yet this gift now appears in Georgia’s uncle’s birthday gift drop zone. Georgia abruptly thought of something, then she immediately tore off the ribbon and opened the gift box. Just as she expected, what lay inside was the pair of diamond cufflinks that Isidra had chosen before!
• “Why are you unwrapping your uncle’s present?” Efren asked casually when he saw Georgia unwrapping the gift box. After all, in a family like the Hansen family, anyone could receive tons of valuable gifts on their birthdays. They wouldn’t take these gifts seriously at all, and they would even occasionally donate them as gifts for charity activities. So if Georgia really liked it and opened all of Byron’s presents, Byron would surely say nothing. But soon, Efren noticed that Georgia’s face was as white as a sheet. He instantly didn’t care whether there were any familiar people around and hurriedly grabbed Georgia’s shoulders, asking, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”