Chapter 277 An Ungrateful Woman


    Despite Oliver''s chiding, Emily wasn''t done yet. "Brittany, it''s Grandpa''s 80th birthday, and my


    husband brought an antique worth a million dors. And your boyfriend only brought two bottles of


    booze that I doubt are even worth ten dors. Even if they''re not poisoned, it''s just too shabby, isn''t


    it?"


    Emily''s remarks brought Daniel to a stop right in the middle of his meal. He decided it was time to


    shut this ungrateful woman up for good. "My gift is aged liquor. It''s fifty-year-old vodka, and each


    bottle is worth over a million dors."


    His blunt honesty sparked howls ofughter from everyone around. "Ha ha ha ha..."


    After theughter subsided, the whispers began. "What? Two dirty bottles of vodka from fifty years


    ago, each worth a million dors?"


    "A million-dor bottle of alcohol wrapped in a dirty stic bag?"


    "Fifty-year-old vodka? Does he really think we''re that gullible?"


    "This kind of ''aged'' liquor is all over the inte. A well-done vintage replica sells for two or three


    hundred. But if it looks like this, we can tell it''s fake at a nce. I bet it doesn''t cost more than a few


    tens of dors!"


    The rtives scoffed at Daniel, but Oliver had had enough. "Enough! Shut your mouths!" He


    bellowed, silencing the crowd. "Daniel, you gave me two bottles of liquor. Whether they''re valuable


    or cheap, I appreciate your thoughtfulness. But you can’t lie, son."


    Oliver wasn’t the type to scorn the poor and fawn over the rich. He was an honest farmer who


    enjoyed livelypany. It didn’t matter who came to celebrate his birthday; he was happy just to be


    remembered. He didn’t care about the value of the gifts.


    "Old sir, I did not lie to you. The bottles I brought are indeed fifty-year-old vodkas, each really worth


    one million dors."


    Daniel''s words seemed to spark some realization in Emily. "Don’t pretend I don’t know what you’re


    nning, country boy!" she used.


    "And what n is that?" Daniel asked.


    "You bring two worthless bottles of liquor and im they''re worth a million dors each, totaling two


    million dors. With a gift so expensive, what could my family possibly give you in return? The only


    exnation is that you want something special—you want my family to marry Brittany off to you! But


    I''m telling you, you haven''t got a chance of marrying Brittany! You''re not worthy! You''re a poor


    country boy who can only afford a broken pickup truck and tells nothing but lies. Brittany is meant to


    marry someone rich!


    Although she''s not as beautiful as me, she won''t marry someone as sessful as my husband,


    who manages major city projects. But with Brittany''s looks, marrying a small business owner or a


    white-cor worker shouldn''t be a problem."


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    Emily managed to achieve three things with her tirade: she affirmed the notion of Daniel, the country


    boy, wanting to marry Brittany; she praised herself, painting her husband as an extraordinary catch;


    and she didn''t forget to demean Brittany in the process.