The queen's wife is too sultry

Manor, celebration banquet.

In the resplendent and resplendent hall, there is bustle and bustle, with all Western faces, celebrities and elites gathering, drinking wine and raising money, chatting and laughing happily.

Waiters in tuxedos served champagne to the distinguished guests in time.

Just when everyone was immersed in the joy of luxury, someone suddenly said:

"George Dawson is here!"

In an instant, everyone turned their heads to look at him in unison.

Under the star-studded crystal chandelier, with classic paintings as the background, the very modern brass carved spiral staircase winds down, and several extremely eye-catching figures appear at the stairs.

The headed white-haired old man is George.

Under the gaze of everyone, Arthur and Catherine supported George slowly down the stairs from left to right.

Some of the guests did not often come and go with the Dawson family, so they curiously said to the people beside them:
"I know George and Arthur. The one in the blue dress is his youngest daughter, Mei Lin. I heard that she is the governor's financial advisor. She graduated from Oxford. Who are the others..."

The person beside him pointed with his chin and said, "The one on George's left is his second daughter, Catherine. Before she got married, she was called the Rose of Texas. She has always been famous for her beauty. Behind her is her husband Gu Zhe, the chairman of Zhongchen Group. .”

The man nodded, saw the two young faces behind Gu Zhe, and asked again:

"Who are those two young Orientals..."

"It's Catherine and Gu Zhe's children. They don't come to Texas very often. It's normal if you don't know them. Behind them, from left to right, are Arthur's wife, Mei Lin's husband, and George's nephew..."

The Dawson family has a large number of people, and before the man had finished introducing, George had already appeared in front of everyone.

He looked at the guests who came from all over the world to attend his son's celebration banquet, with a satisfied and proud smile on his face.

Although the cold made him exhausted and he had to be supported by others, his voice still sounded full of strength, and the voice full of pride and generosity reached the ears of every guest very clearly:
"Thank you for coming to the manor today to attend my son Arthur's celebration banquet. He has worked tirelessly to be elected mayor of Houston. Today, the Dawson family honors him. We would like to share the pride of the family with you. and joy!"

George gave a loud drink, then held up the red wine with his right hand, and drank it down in front of all the guests. All the guests were smiling, and Mayor Pete, who was the leader, took the lead in applauding:

"You are still good at teaching your children. The Dawson family is full of talents. Which family can compare to you..."

After drinking, George's face was flushed, but he smiled silently, enjoying the envious and jealous eyes from all directions. A force called glory gradually pushed him up to the clouds, and he was so light that he was almost on the verge of falling.

Catherine supported him in time, took the goblet away from his hand, and said in a low voice, "Father, you are still ill, so you shouldn't drink so much."

George waved his hand and said with a smile, "I'm fine. There are a lot of guests today. Go and serve Arthur some..."

After he finished speaking, he was about to go upstairs with the help of a servant. Catherine pursed her lips, grabbed his sleeve suddenly, and asked in a low voice, "Have you allowed Frank to return to the manor..."

Perhaps it was because the hall was too noisy, and the laughter covered her voice. George's face changed slightly, his eyes sank a little, and he asked, "What did you say?"

The father and daughter were separated by two steps, in the background of the noisy crowd, looking at each other.

Catherine's exquisite makeup was a little cold, her blue eyes were like the vast deep sea, condensed and deep, she stepped forward, her expression was firm and stubborn, and she asked word by word:
"Have you allowed Frank to return to the manor?"

George's enthusiastic and joyful expression turned cold in an instant. He stared at his daughter for a long time before saying calmly:

"He is my son. It is his freedom and right to return to the manor or not. You shouldn't ask me that. Moreover, today is an important day. I have notified him to return to the United States."

Before Catherine could respond, he narrowed his eyes, and his tone was a little more meaningful:

"Catherine, you are my most beloved child. You are already married. I hope you will not do anything that will damage the honor of the family."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

Catherine was holding the handrail of the stairs with her right hand, her slender knuckles were slightly white, and her expression was gloomy.

"What are you doing here?" A voice came from behind.

Catherine turned around, her husband Gu Zhe put his hands in his pockets, looking at her with raised eyebrows.

"You don't look very well. What did George say?"

Catherine went downstairs, the skirt of the black and white cutout tulle layered dress swept across the steps, leaving an elegant arc.

She took Gu Zhe's arm and said expressionlessly: "It's nothing, he just used his family to warn me again."

Gu Zhe nodded without asking further questions.

He has never cared about the internal affairs of the Dawson family, including Catherine.

He pulled her blond hair from her collarbone behind her ears, raised her chin, and lowered her head to press a kiss on her bright red lips.

Catherine's eyelashes trembled slightly, she put her hands on his chest, and looked away uncomfortably.

Seeing this, the people around whistled like booing, and joked one after another:

"Second Miss and her husband have such a good relationship!"

Gu Zhe chuckled, wrapped his arms around her waist, and greeted them with a glass of champagne.

Mei Lin came over and said to Gu Zhe with a smile, "Can I borrow your wife? Mrs. Pete wants to meet our Texas rose."

"Of course, go, honey." Gu Zhe let go of his hand generously.

There was another person beside her, and Catherine was still absent-minded.

Mei Lin blinked and said, "It can be seen that Gu Zhe loves you very much."

Catherine twitched the corners of her mouth and drank the champagne in her hand.

Even when he was doing the most intimate thing, Gu Zhe's black eyes were devoid of warmth and waves, and when his kiss fell, she saw it clearly.

The cold alcohol slid down her throat. Facing her sister's emotion, Catherine didn't make unnecessary explanations.

"Where is the mayor's wife?" she asked indifferently.

"It's not the mayor's wife." Mei Lin smiled mysteriously.

Catherine frowned, "What do you mean?"

Mei Lin pointed to a figure in the crowd, "Here, it's him."

Catherine looked in the direction she pointed, and when her eyes caught a figure from behind, she froze all over.

People came and went, and many figures shuttled back and forth, but she still recognized the man's back at a glance.

Even though she hasn't seen him in years.

Catherine stood there in a daze, her eyes moved with the man, all the noise disappeared, and she could only see the tall and slender figure of the man in the world, as if she heard the sound of blood flowing through the blood vessels, and her heart was beating violently As he spoke, thoughts overflowed from his limbs, all of which turned into a burst of soreness in his eyes.

Seeing her lost soul, Mei Lin sighed helplessly, and said softly:
"He just came back and hasn't seen his father and Arthur yet. If you want to see him, you'd better pick a good time to avoid Arthur."

After finishing speaking, she patted Catherine on the shoulder and left silently.

After a while, when Catherine couldn't recover for a long time, the man noticed that someone was watching him, and turned his head casually.

For a moment, their eyes met.