Chapter 521

"Before that, we should offer incense to Mr. Heath." Luther reminded.

After they entered the door, they kept talking and didn't do anything.

Jacqueline reacted and hastily apologized, “I'm sorry, Cecelia. Look at

me, I forgot all my manners.”

She took out an envelope from her bag, "Please accept it." Inside the

envelope was a really thick stack of money.

Cecelia took the envelope and did not refuse. This was just the rule of

high society courtesy, refusing it would make the whole thing awkward.

Usually, they should just accept it first, and then find a better

opportunity to return it in some other way.

Cecelia beckoned, handed the envelope to an adjutant, and gestured

to the adjutant that they should offer incense.

Immediately afterwards, another adjutant handed over three incense

sticks.

Jacqueline received the incense first, she went to the casket, bowed

three times respectfully and inserted the incense into the censer.

The adjutant then handed Luther three more incense sticks.

Luther stepped forward and approached the casket, bowed three times

respectfully, and inserted the incense into the censer.

Charlotte stood to the side and stole a glance at Luther.

Today Luther wore a pure black suit, wearing a narrow black tie. She

had never seen him in all black before, silent and majestic. The black of

his suit set off the details of his chiseled face, exquisite arched

eyebrows, straight nose and sexy thin lips. He was just so handsome.

She couldn't help but swallow. Although Rodney's casket was beside

her, she was fearless. Anyway, the old thing would be sent back to the

General Military District tomorrow for burial, and she could feel relieved

finally.

Such a superb man would soon belong to her, and she was about to

get overwhelmed by the excitement whenever she thought about it.

She subconsciously leaned over to Luther's side, her eyes filled with

tears, and said to him pitifully, “Thank you for coming. Grandpa would

be so relieved if he could know that."

"Hmm. Please don't be so sad.” Luther gave Charlotte a faint sweeping

glance.

From the moment he entered, he saw her. He didn’t know why, but her

tear-stained, pitiful face made him feel repulsed. It felt repulsive in his

heart, but obviously Rodney passed away and she was justifiably sad.

But why did he not like the way she looked? The Charlotte he

remembered was also soft and helpless, so why did he find it

unbearable now?

He smoothed out his breath and deliberately kept his distance from

Charlotte.

Looking around, he asked Cecelia, "Cecelia, the general should be

back too?"

“Yes, he is on the second floor. Sorry, I had a lot of things to take care

of at home and couldn't come down to receive you personally.” Cecelia

said politely to Luther.

"Cecelia, I'll go up and find the general then." He nodded to Cecelia. At

the same time, he looked to Jacqueline, "You talk first."

Jacqueline hastily responded, "Good. You go ahead and bring my

greetings to General Heath."

Luther walked upstairs alone. He had not yet met General Ralph, and

usually only heard of his great name. As the biggest entrepreneur of the

country, in fact, he hardly had any connections with the political circles,

let alone the military.

He knew that Jacqueline's efforts to set up his marriage to Charlotte

were also an attempt to make up for such a shortcoming of the Warner

family.

Walking to the parlor on the second floor, he could see Ralph's

somehow sad figure sitting on the couch at the end, with a few orderlies

standing around.

When the orderly saw Luther approaching with his impressive

apparatus, he knew that he must not have some quite extraordinary

background.

They immediately stood on either side to make way for Luther.

Ralph wore a formal military uniform in green, with several shining stars

around the golden olive branches on both shoulders, and war medals

on his chest.