The banquet didn't end until ten o'clock. Both the birthday feast and the subsequent auction were successful, raising over ten million in charitable donations for the Angel Investment Fund.
This money would be able to save many people who couldn't afford medical treatment due to poverty.
The guests happily returned home, and the Johnson family reaped both fame and fortune.
"I'm not drunk!"
Pauline Briggs was tipsy and began to ramble. She could barely walk straight, so Auntie Ingrid helped her into the car.
Sienna Johnson also got in the car. Curly and Samara were young and had already fallen asleep. Samara curled up in her seat, while Curly lay in Adrian Desmond's arms, sleeping sweetly.
In the car, Pauline chattered incessantly.
"I don't want to go home. I haven't had enough to drink…"
"Madam, you've drunk too much."
"Who says? I didn't drink too much. I only had a…" Pauline counted on her fingers, trying to remember.
"I forgot how much I drank."
