chapter 7 You are so majestic

Bertha pulled Gilbert and was so happy that she didn't know what to do. She shouted loudly to Solomon who was drinking in the room, "Come out and see who's back!"
Gilbert touched his nose. Ten years later, his adoptive mother still had such a strong character.
"Damn, what are you doing? You don't let me drink on weekdays, but today my daughter is getting engaged, and you still don't want me to drink?" a man's rough voice came from the room.
"Even if the King of Heaven comes today, don't even try to stop me..."
Soon, a muscular, black-faced man walked out of the house with a cigarette pipe in his mouth and cursed. He stared with a pair of tiger eyes angrily.
Gilbert Wood said, "Dad."
Solomon raised his head and looked at Gilbert's face, and suddenly his body trembled...
Snapped!
The tobacco bag in his hand fell to the ground in an instant.
He pinched his thigh in disbelief, and then walked quickly to Gilbert. He seemed to have a thousand words to say, but in the end, he just shouted.
"You back?" his voice was trembling.
"Yes." Gilbert replied.
Solomon clenched his fist and punched Gilbert's chest hard, his eyes turned red, "You are stronger and taller."
"You've been serving as a soldier for a few years, but it's not in vain."
Bertha said dissatisfied, "That's nonsense. Gilbert has obviously lost weight. Look at how much this child has suffered."
Solomon just laughed. His strong and strong arms subconsciously wanted to hug Gilbert's shoulders, but he found that his back then was already a full head taller than him.
He was a man!
"Let's go and have a drink."
"Sure!"
Gilbert accompanied Solomon into the room, his father's love was like a mountain and it was silence but profound.
No words needed, just an action and a bowl of strong wine, that was enough.
With the arrival of Gilbert, the relatives, friends and neighbors who were chatting separately were instantly attracted, and they all started talking about Gilbert.
"Is this King's adopted son? Didn't he leave home ten years ago to serve as a soldier? Why is he back?"
"Why else? He can't survive in the army. Look at that shabby outfit. He is so downset."
"We can see his life trend from his young age. I have said that he couldn't be a figure."
"I heard that this boy and Beatrice are childhood sweethearts. Solomon also deliberately set up a match before. Fortunately, Beatrice didn't marry him, otherwise her future would have been wasted."
"Haha, Beatrice's fiancé is a wealthy young master from a big family and is a talented young man. He is a poor boy who is not worthy of being promoted."
"Isn't that right? Solomon and his wife treat him as their treasure, but who cares about him!"
Relatives all around were talking.
An engagement banquet that was originally lively and festive suddenly changed its flavor and became weird.
Gilbert had been involved in life and death for many years, and he had already seen through human nature. These rumors were irrelevant.
However, Bertha, who had always been straightforward and tough, couldn't bear that. She grabbed her waist and scolded those talkative women fiercely, saying that if anyone dared to gossip again, she would directly splash them with foot-washing water!
Solomon snorted coldly, grabbed Gilbert's hand, and deliberately shouted to everyone, "Let's go, boy, follow your father to the main seat."
"Let's have a good drink!"
"Dad!"
As the heroine, Beatrice's face turned red and she frowned dissatisfied.
The main seats were filled with high-ranking officials and dignitaries. How could Gilbert be accommodated?
It was embarrassed!
She sat down angrily, chatting lively with the guests around her, but ignored Gilbert.
As if he were air.
"Yeah, the groom is here."
"Congratulations, happy marriage."
"What a young talent, a golden boy."
At this moment, a burst of lively compliments suddenly sounded from the crowd. Stev Churchill, the elegant groom-to-be, who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, took Beatrice's arm and toasted one by one, thanking and saying hello.
For a time, the scenery was unparalleled and stole the show.
Especially for Beatrice to be able to find a rich and handsome son-in-law like Stev, some relatives and neighbors were jealous, and they kept complaining about their bad fate.
"Let me introduce, this is my fiancé, Stev Churchill," Beatrice came to Gilbert, her little face filled with pride, like a proud white swan.
"He is Gilbert Wood, my father's adopted son."
Gilbert felt a little disappointed, the little girl who was inseparable from him once was now even unwilling to call him brother.
"Oh?"
Stev became more energetic and looked up and down at Gilbert carefully. He had also heard some rumors that Beatrice and he were childhood sweethearts, and that Solomon looked down him.
What qualifications did this guy have to be his love rival?
"I've heard Beatrice mention you a long time ago. I'm very happy that you can attend our engagement party."
Stev smiled intriguingly. His face was full of enthusiasm, but his eyes were full of teasing, "Stev Churchill, the young boss of the Churchill Group, is currently the vice president of the Churchill Group. My annual salary is only 1.8 million, but I will soon take over the Sun Group from my father. Beatrice marries me, I will definitely give her happy."
He held Beatrice's waist as if he was swearing sovereignty, with a victor's attitude, "I heard that you joined the army? Have you been promoted to a school officer? Oh, it seems not, otherwise you wouldn't have retired."
"These days, it's hard for a person like you with neither education nor skills to have a future..."
Solomon knocked his wine glass on the table and said unhappily, "If you don't speak, no one will think you are mute."
A small and medium-sized company with a market value of only 3,000,000 dollar still pretended to be fat and pretended to be the Churchill Group.
It was nothing more than deliberately raising his worth and trying to make Gilbert embarrassed.
His eyes were venomous, and he could see the crooked thoughts of this boy Stev at a glance.
"Gilbert is my son. It's not your turn to tell him what he is like."
"Father, don't I care about Gilbert normally? Don't get excited," Stev said ​​with an indifferent expression. He glanced at Gilbert at the side and said, "Gilbert, we are all a family. I'm just say a few words, you won't care, right?"
At this moment, Gilbert was taking off his headphones, and he blinked, "What did you say?"
Stev's mouth twitched, this guy.
Beatrice said angrily, "Gilbert, you are too rude. Stev only told you this because he cares about you, but you didn't listen at all?"
"Sorry, it's a professional habit," Gilbert looked calm and stretched, "I've never been interested in listening to irrelevant nonsense."
"A waste of life."
"You!" Stev was so angry that his face turned red. He pretended to be such a perfect man, but this bastard actually turned a blind eye?
Fuck!