Chapter １４

Myron Smith hosts a family dinner. This year, due to the family's economic situation and financial disadvantage, he had to hold atan ordinary restaurant.

The Smith family had arrived by the time Annabelle's folks arrived. “Is everyone waiting for you?”

Myron Smith looked raged. This year he turned 70. He was going to meet everyone with ostentation. So he could only throw a dinner in this dump. “Why are you late, give me a reason!” he raged, as Kyle Smith family dared to be late.

It's because Isidore took two hours to apply cosmetics.

“We're sorry, Dad. It happened...” As Kyle Smith approached her, Isidore said, “I blame Reuben Jones, this trash.” We lost a lot of time. We were late because we got trapped in the traffic bottleneck. !”

“You garbage, what are you doing, don't hurry up and apologize!” smacked Isidore.

Jones was enraged. It was clearly Isidore' fault, and she laid the blame on him.

He wanted to be honest, but forget it. Anyway, when Bowen Jones arrives to deliver presents in person, Isidore will see how foolish it is to insult Reuben Jones.

So he suffered and returned silently.

She didn't dare to fart since Annabelle Smith softly took it again. Finally, Reuben Jones' expectations vanished. Annabelle Smith, you are so naïve. It's been 4 years. You still like Reuben Jones?

“Reuben Jones again? Why brought him? This garbage is unworthy to dine with us.”

“Unlucky! No way Kyle Smith would find such a moron as his son-in-law.”

“I don't want to see his face. ”

Many Smith’s family members started to sneer at Reuben Jones.

Paisley Smithhates Reuben Jones the most. It's his idea to allow Annabelle Smith sleep with President Alex.

Reuben Jones was not enraged, but the corners of his lips raised slightly.

Annabelle Smith couldn't even giggle when she met Reuben Jones.

“Okay, don't say anything, seat down,” said Myron Smith.

“Let Annabelle Smith dissolve the marriage, and my Smith family will not recruit waste as a son-in-law,”

Kyle Smith nodded.

So they gloated a bit more at Reuben Jones.

Reuben Jones, I brought you to a divorce for your own good, Annabelle Smith groaned.

“Mom, why are there so few people here for Grandpa's birthday this year?

Everyone around, notably Myron Smith, heard him say this. He looked glum after hearing that.

Others dared not speak.

“Quickly eat!”

“The food here is not tasty,” the kid grumbled.

He patted his chopsticks on the table.

“The youthful master of the Carry Forward Group came to congratulate him and brought a diamond and a drawing,”

This voice came out of nowhere, stunnng everyone. They didn't expect anybody to congratulate them tonight?

When Myron Smith shook his hand, his chopsticks dropped. He glanced up and saw Jeffrey Brown approaching swiftly.

it's Jeffrey Brown. He's been waiting for this day. He knows Myron Smith is a peacokery with a lot of influence in the Smith family.

“Mr. Smith, My name is Jeffrey Brown, and I'm here to wish you a happy birthday and a long life!”

Jeffrey Brown politely delivered the gift to Myron Smith.

“Wow!” “Jeffrey Brown, Grandpa Smith is so glad, very happy!” said Myron Smith, standing up and accepting Jeffrey Brown's present.

“I'm late, Grandpa Smith.”

Myron Smith Smithckled as he saw Jeffrey Brown.

“Jeffrey Brown, come here,”