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The Divorced Billionaire Heiress

Chapter 1852 Send Me Home
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Chapter 1852 Send Me Home

Kirsi coughed at the side.

“Mr. Carter, you should find a professional to act. Next time, you can look for me. Although my appearance fee is

expensive, I provide good after- sales service.”

Everyone was amused by Kirsi’s words and laughed out loud. The tense atmosphere earlier disappeared.

Ian agreed. “Great! I'll definitely hire you next time no matter how expensive it is”

Everyone joked and laughed until the end of the party.

After all, it was Ian's birthday.

The crew also arranged a final cake cutting session.

Although everyone was not that interested, they could not refuse since it was out of good intentions.

The lights were turned off, and the surroundings dimmed. Only the dim wall lights set the mood.

Everyone began to sing the birthday song, and Ian’s eyes were tinged with delight.

After they finished singing, the director shouted from the side. “Make a wish!” Ian smiled, closed his eyes to hide

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the faint joy in his eyes, and seriously made a wish.

Nicole and Julie also glanced at each other.

Both of them were a little emotional. They all grew up together. In the blink of an eye, they were all grown adults.

Who would have thought?

Now, they are still together to witness each other’s important milestones in life.

Ian put down his hands, loosened his collar, and smiled.

“I'm done!”

After he said that, someone came up next to him and pressed his head into the cake from behind.

The lights lit up in an instant.

Everyone stared in shock.

Even if it was hilarious, who would dare to do this to Mr. Carter?

In the next second, Ian’s head sank into the cream.

The banquet hall turned silent. Afterward, Yvette’s bright laughter rang out. “Happy birthday!”

In the next second, everyone laughed. Ian lifted his head speechlessly. He felt embarrassed.

Only Yvette, Julie, and Nicole would dare to joke with Ian like this.

Ian laughed lightly. When Yvette was laughing smugly, he suddenly picked up the cream and smeared it on her

face. Yvette was anxious, angry, and ata loss. The two laughed happily.

Everyone followed suit and made a toast.

Nicole and Julie laughed and took a few steps back, not wanting to be the center of this food fight.

At some point, Kirsi stood next to them. She asked in a puzzled tone, “Has Mr. Carter always been like this?”

Julie smiled in response. “He’s always been like this. He’s even naughtier before. He’s always the one who got the

few of us into trouble.”

Kirsi tilted her head in thought. No one knew what she was thinking about.

The Ian Carter in front of her and her impression of the unsmiling Ian Carter did not seem like the same person.

The banquet ended, and everyone went back to their own homes.

Clayton came to pick Nicole up.

Ian washed his face several times, but it was Still not clean.

Yvette and Ian were both staring at each other, unwilling to compromise. They were in a stalemate until the end.

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Lance was delayed because of traffic. When he came to pick Yvette up, he

saw these two people glaring at each other. He then speechlessly dragged Yvette away.

Ian was just about to take his keys and leave when he heard the sound of high heels coming from the side, followed

by a familiar voice. “Mr. Carter, happy birthday!”

It was Kirsi.

He narrowed his eyes. “Thank you. You haven't left yet?”

Kirsi shook her phone. “You're welcome. Why don’t you send me back? My manager had a family emergency and

went back home.”

Ian was hesitant to send a stranger home in the middle of the night. However, Kirsi was not really a stranger. Kirsi

laughed. “Are you afraid that you'll be at a disadvantage? Mr. Carter, everyone says that you're flirtatious and

affectionate. Why are you like a scared little rabbit when it comes to me?”

Ian was stunned. His charming eyes were curved. “If you're not scared, what should I be afraid of? Let’s go. My

driver's outside.”

“Driver?”

Kirsi looked at the car keys in Ian’s hand and thought, ‘Wasn't he going to drive himself?’