Clifford called himself a man of success at the last class reunion, but it turned out he just has a good godmother.

“How was it? How was my godmother's gift?” Clifford looked at Darryl triumphantly as if he had the upper hand.

“It is indeed a good gift, but no matter how good it is, it’s not a gift from you. What do you have to be proud of, flaunting your godmother's gift here? You are pretty shameless,” Darryl smiled.

At this moment, everyone in the hall focused their eyes on Clifford.

No matter how this young man showed off, it was still a gift from his godmother.

‘Damn it!’ Clifford cursed to himself.

Noticing everyone’s gaze on him, Clifford was angry, but he did not show it. “Who said there wasn’t a gift from me?”

Clifford stood up, strode over to Dax, and took out an exquisite gift box.

“President Sanders, it’s my honor to be here today to celebrate your grandfather’s birthday. This is a token of my appreciation. Please accept it,” Clifford opened the gift box and said