Chapter 371 A Firework Show

Mystro would just be a third wheel, so it was better if he didn’t show up.

“You’re right. Forget about him. Let’s just enjoy ourselves.”

As evening settled in, Tilda took Dane out for dinner. After a short break, they ended up in a park.

Most people had already gone to the main square to get ready for the New Year countdown, so the park was unusually quiet.

There was a monastery-style tower in the park, lit up with orange lights that gave it a solemn look.

In reality, it was just a decorative tower. There weren’t any monks living there–just old scrolls and paintings on display.

Because of the holiday, nobody was watching over the place, and the door was simply locked with a padlock.

Tilda took out a wire and made quick work of the lock, slipping right in.

“Tilda, is this really a good idea?”

“It’s fine. We’re not here to steal anything. I just want to borrow the height and the telescope up there. If I feel bad about it, I’ll just donate a few million to the park after New Year’s Eve.”

Dane was speechless at her words, but he didn’t say anything.

They climbed up to the top floor.

It was cold, and the night wind whipped through their hair. With no one else around, it was peaceful and quiet up here.

They looked out at the distant lights. The countdown had already begun on the plaza’s gigantic screen, and numerous drones hovered overhead. The whole crowd was beaming with joy.

“Dane, the new year’s almost here. Do you have any wishes you want to make?”

Dane thought for a moment, then pulled out his little notebook.

“I hope Tilda’s wishes come true this year.”

Tilda pouted. “Dane, can’t you think about yourself for once? You’re making me feel embarrassed here.”

“Then you should wish for my wishes to come true, too.”

“That’s exactly what I had in mind. I’ll wish for Harvey, you, Mystro, Liam, and everyone important to have a safe and happy new year.”

Dane was sad.

He felt a little left out.

So there are still other people in Tilda’s heart. I am not the only one…

Ouch…

Soon, the countdown began.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

The whole plaza echoed with the crowd’s shouts.

Just then, Mystro called Tilda again.

“Mystro, what is it…”

“Tilda, look up at the sky with Dane!”

“What?”

Tilda glanced up instinctively.

Whup–whup–whup–whup!

A squadron of helicopters flew by.

Fireworks exploded above them, lighting up the night with lights and noise.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Against the black sky, two giant faces appeared–a man and a woman.

Once they took a closer look, Tilda and Dane realized that the two faces bore an uncanny resemblance to their own.

The whole crowd gasped, scrambling to take photos and record videos.

At the same time, every big screen in Hetsa changed as the new year officially began.

“Happy New Year to the two most important people in my life–Dane and Tilda.”

Those words appeared on every screen in Hetsa.

Tilda could almost smell the money burning just by looking at it.

“Dane? Tilda? Who are they?”

“Whoa! Is this for real? Somebody bought out every screen in Hetsa just to wish Dane and Tilda a happy New Year?”

“That had to cost tens of millions….”

“Tens of millions? In your dreams! With helicopters and all that, it’s got to be at least a hundred million!”

“Is this some billionaire love story? Do they need more staff? As long as they pay well, I’ll sweep the floors and clean up after them!”

Tilda and Dane saw everything.

She let out a soft laugh. “So that’s what you were up to, Mystro? Vanishing for days and then surprising us with all this?”

“So? Are you touched? I had to fill out all kinds of forms just to get those helicopters. I didn’t want anything to go wrong, so I stayed in Hetsa and took care of everything myself. All those fireworks tonight–I picked every single one, just for you and Dane. This is my New Year’s gift to you both. This whole show is for you. Happy New Year!”

Mystro’s voice rose with excitement, hoping for Tilda’s praise.

The money wasn’t the point.

For people like them, a hundred million was nothing.

What mattered was the thought he put into it.

He planned it all and managed every detail himself. He even cleared his schedule to oversee everything, just to make sure Tilda and Dane were the stars of the night.

“Thank you, Mystro. I really mean it.”

“Well, that’s all I ever wanted to hear. With a thank you like that, I’d do anything for you. Where are you and Dane? I’ll come find you. Buck can handle things from here.”

“I’ll send you the location. Hurry up–come watch the fireworks with us!”