chapter 14 priceless treasure

Brantson's calligraphy had always been a priceless treasure.
It could be said that whoever could get his work was enough to keep his family safe and prosperous. Even if he made a big mistake, he could keep his foundation everlasting and eliminate all disturbances.
If it were sold, its value would exceed that of all antique calligraphy and paintings.
There was nothing more priceless than this.
A moment later, a Hummer quickly turned around the corner and stopped in front of Brantson.
Persaius poked his head out from inside, first looked at Murline up and down, secretly amazed in her eyes, then withdrew her gaze, took out a wrapped scroll and handed it to Brantson.
Just as she was about to speak, Brantson said, "Thank you, please go back first."
Persaius knew that he didn't want to reveal his identity in front of Murline, so she nodded and drove away.
After she left, Quaneka said with a mocking look, "Brantson, you just came back and already you started to hook up with little girls? Do you have no shame at all? Your family has been ruined, and you still could change this dissolute personality of yours. You make me sick..."
Brantson shook his head and said, "It's just a delivery person, Mom, there is no need to overthink."
Murline didn't think too much of this either. She looked at the scroll in his hand and said with slight surprise, "Did you buy an antique calligraphy and painting as a gift?"
Her grandma is an antique lover, and she has loved collecting antique calligraphy and paintings throughout her life.
She thought that Brantson had heard about this in advance and decided to act accordingly, so he bought the calligraphy and painting as a birthday gift for her grandma.
Unexpectedly, Brantson shook his head and said pretentiously, "No, this is a poem handwritten by an old friend of mine in the military."
Murline was somewhat disappointed.
She didn't expect Brantson to prepare any expensive gifts, for although he had been in the military for the past five, he was still but a grunt.
However, Brantson just picked up a piece of lyrics written by a friend in the military. Isn't this too perfunctory?
After all, as a lowly grunt, how could he possibly know any one important in the military? A major would be at most...
Even if Brantson just gave the old lady two pounds of tea, it would be better than giving such a picture of calligraphy, right?
But she didn't know that the birthday message sent by the most important weapon of the country and the lord of the north would make anyone with vision fall to their knees and admire it.
Murline smoothly took the birthday message card from Brantson hand, shook her head, and said helplessly, "Forget it, after you go in, just find a secluded place with me until the banquet is over, and you won't be scolded by the old lady.”
After saying that, Murline pulled Brantson into the courtyard.
Quaneka still wanted to stop him, but she was already blocked by other relatives and asked him about his welfare, so she couldn't take care of them for a while.
At this moment, many guests had arrived in the living room of the Torres family.
They are all prominent people in The Golden City, which shows that the development of the Torres family has indeed improved in recent years.
The two casually found a corner to sit down. During this time, Brantson glanced across the audience and saw several familiar faces.
Among them, the middle-aged man who was walking among the many guests and chatting happily with them was none other than Laurier Torres, the eldest son of the Torres family and Murline's uncle.
Standing next to Laurier Torres were his children, Murline's cousins, the eldest son Mekell Torres and his daughter Deborah Torres.
However, Murline deliberately avoided them, as if she was afraid of meeting and talking with these relatives, which showed how much ridicule and difficulties she had suffered in the Torres family over the years.
In fact, since entering the old house, Murline had even lowered her voice a lot, as if she was afraid of being bumped into by a relative.
Seeing this scene, Brantson reached out and held her hand, squeezing it gently to show comfort.
This sudden move made Murline's delicate body tremble slightly, and she subconsciously wanted to take her hand out, but when she saw Brantson eyes without any impurities, her heart warmed and she let him go.
"Murline, I didn't expect you to be here. It took me a long time to find you."
At this moment, a man's voice rang from the side. Upon hearing this voice, Murline's face suddenly turned sour.
"Frosty Bryant, why are you here?"
When Brantson heard the name “Frosty Bryant", he couldn't help but frown and looked up.
He saw the so-called Frosty Bryant, wearing a suit and leather shoes, with pale skin. It wasn't hard at all to realize that his body had been drained by wine and sex.
Beside him, there was a man and a woman. The woman was fashionably dressed and had curly hair. She was a very beautiful beauty. She was Deborah Torres.
The man is tall and has a strong aura. He is dressed in military uniform and has the rank of Major on his shoulders.
At this time, Deborah took the wrist of the man beside her and said, "Frosty is a friend of my boyfriend Mohan Hayes, why can't he come?"
After saying that, she turned to look at Brantson and frowned, "Brantson Collins? Are you actually back too? Have you been wandering outside for the past five years? Why do you look so poor and dusty?"
Back then, she also wanted to marry into the Collins family, but in the end, the Collins family chose Murline.
And because of this, Deborah was very jealous of Murline, to the point that she start to hate Brantson as well.
After the Collins family's downfall, she was happier than anyone else because she could finally compete with Murline.
Therefore, now that she saw Brantson, who seemed to be in despair, she felt extremely happy.
Brantson said expressionlessly, "I just retired from the military."
Deborah was startled. She looked Brantson up and down again and saw that he was dressed in civilian clothes and did not show anything related to his military rank. She then realized in her heart that Brantson must not have had much luck in the military and was nothing more than a lowly grunt when they drove him out of the military.
Thinking of this, she snorted disdainfully and said, "Brantson, don't blame me for being harsh. But would you look at your sorry state, you'd better leave grandma's birthday party as soon as possible, so as not to disturb everyone's mood!"