The Thomson, Gardner, and Hart Families couldn't afford to offend the Foster and Drakon families. With both the Foster and Drakon Families backing Seraphina, there was no way they could avoid apologizing. Damarion was the first to speak. "It was Abigail's fault, and I apologize on her behalf." Following his lead, the other two families also apologized. The three families were humiliated, preparing to leave. "Wait." At this, the three families almost exploded in frustration. What more could she want? This time, it wasn't Seraphina who spoke, but Jason. "I remember last year, the Thomson family auctioned a Noroon Era's tea set. Is that true?" Jason asked, with a hint of inquiry in his voice. It was clear now—Jason was about to make the Thomson Family offer the Noroon Era's tea set as an apology gift. "Mr. Drakon, your memory is impressive," a member of the Thomson Family replied, realizing the situation. Mr. Thomson was fuming with frustration. That tea set was his most prized possession, but with the situation this dire, how could he possibly refuse? I couldn't! "I think that tea set would suit Miss Seraphina perfectly. I'll have it sent over tomorrow," Mr. Thomson said, gritting his teeth but trying to sound generous. Before Jason could speak, Damarion added, "We have a sapphire necklace at home that would go beautifully with Miss Seraphina's style. I'll have it sent over tonight." The Hart family followed suit, "We have a Encers Era painting that would be a great match for Miss Seraphina." After this public fiasco, the three families lost both their reputation and prestige. In contrast, Miss Seraphina, the second daughter of the Whitewood Family, was now the talk of the town. Everyone knew of her strong connections with the Drakon and Foster families in Pearlpoint. Seraphina walked over to Elvis and lightly tapped his cheek with her finger. "Wait for me here." Elvis was confused, not quite understanding her meaning. Seraphina waved her hand, signaling the guards to take him away, preparing to send him to the police station. Today's birthday banquet had certainly been a spectacle. First, there was an awkward silence, then an explosive confrontation, and finally, the drama of the noble families unfolded, leaving the guests entertained and with plenty of gossip for the coming days.Jayden walked up to Seraphina, handing her a business card. "Miss Seraphina, if you ever need anything, feel free to call me." "Mr. Smith, just call me Seraphina," she corrected with a smile. Jayden raised an eyebrow, noticing the subtle change in her expression, and sensed something unusual. So, she wasn't that close to the Whitewood Family, after all! It made sense—if the adopted daughter could rise above the real daughter, it was clear the Whitewood Family was quite misguided. Jayden smoothly adjusted his address. "Seraphina." "Thank you, Mr. Smith and Mr. Drakon, for your help today," Seraphina sincerely expressed her gratitude to both men. "Mr. Drakon?" Jason raised an eyebrow. "I'm a few years older than you. You can just call me Jason.'" Evelyn disagreed. "No, that would make me younger. Sera, just call him 'Uncle Jason' like I do." Seraphina smiled. "Uncle Jason." Jason immediately regretted everything. He seriously considered sending his niece back to Pearlpoint. He glanced between Jason and Seraphina, a playful smile tugging at his lips. Once the banquet ended, Evelyn eagerly pulled Seraphina into a corner, her excitement evident. "Sera, you were amazing today. From now on, no one will dare to mess with you. Every time I think of the look on their faces, it just makes me so happy. Watching them get what they deserved was so satisfying." Satisfying? No. The humiliation earlier was just an appetizer, and the real show is yet to come. … The atmosphere in the Whitewood Family household after the banquet was suffocating."Kneel!" Oberon shouted at Linara, who looked toward Chloe with a pleading look in her eyes. "Honey, Linara knows she was wrong. Please, just let her go this time," Chloe softly persuaded. Oberon shot her a fierce glare. "Don't make me repeat myself." Thud! Linara fell to her knees heavily, kneeling in the center of the living room. He took the whip from Jasmine's hands and mercilessly lashed it across Linara's back.