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Chapter 167: A tower

Author: Neerfa
last update publish date: 2026-07-31 20:10:38

The cake table stood draped in white and gold, and I braced myself for the usual ceremony, the knife, the polite smiles, the practiced first bite. Instead, what came out on a silver trolley made my mouth fall open.

A tower of Chicken Drumsticks stacked in a perfect spiral, each one wrapped at the bone in gleaming silver foil, rising almost as tall as the cake stand it had replaced.

"What is this?" I said, laughing before I could stop myself.

Adrian just smiled, that small, satisfied curve of
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