Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate

Chapter 1042: Meeting the Standard

So as for Jerry Taylor, they all knew him; they had just greeted him and exchanged a few polite words.It was just that Jerry was a rather distant person, so they couldn’t very well try too hard to cozy up to him, or it would look way too purposeful.

But... who could tell them what on earth that sentence Jerry just said was supposed to mean?

Compared with everyone else’s confusion and shock, Emma Wells was completely dumbfounded. She stared blankly at Jerry—he, is it him?

After a brief moment of surprise, Old Mrs. Wells reached out and gripped Emma’s hand, making her lower her head to look over. In Old Mrs. Wells’s eyes was nothing but questioning doubt.

Emma Wells didn’t know what she should say to her mother. Back then, she had never even seen what he looked like—her eyes had been covered.

Only, how was she supposed to say that to her mom?

Under everyone’s stunned gaze, Jerry Taylor walked over with steady steps, going straight up to Emma Wells. In a low voice he said, "Emma, I’m back."

Emma Wells’s mouth fell open in shock. Th-this...

"You—you’re Emma’s man?" Old Mrs. Wells, after all, had the life experience to react quickly; she caught on at once and questioned him.

Old Mrs. Wells’s words snapped everyone back to their senses. Their hearts all leaped into their throats as they waited for Jerry Taylor’s answer.

"Yes." Jerry Taylor nodded as he spoke, without the slightest hesitation, absolutely firm.

"Then you..." Old Mrs. Wells only got two words out before suddenly stopping short, then nodding as if she understood. "Your identity has to be kept secret."

The news had clearly said that for the sake of the country—whatever it was—Jerry Taylor had been hiding his identity all along, silently devoting himself.

"Emma, we’ll talk everything through later." Jerry Taylor said this to Emma Wells, then walked up onto the stage and smiled at Father ‌Bright‌ and Mother ‌Bright‌, "Sorry to interrupt you."

Father ‌Bright‌ laughed heartily and clapped him on the shoulder. "What’s there to be sorry about? Perfect timing."

Kai Bright’s lips were trembling. His horrified gaze darted back and forth between Jerry Taylor and Lucy Wells, unable to stop.

He had never imagined that getting engaged could turn out to be this nerve‑racking and dramatic.

Jerry Taylor picked up the microphone, turned, and looked at the crowd below the stage. With a faint smile, gentle and unrestrained, he said, "All these years, because of the things I had to do, I’ve had to hide a lot of things. Even my own sister had no idea about my true identity or what I was doing."

"You could say that in these past decades, I, Jerry Taylor, have done right by my country, done right by the training camp that cultivated me. But I’ve failed my own family, failed my lover and my daughter." Jerry Taylor’s words moved not a few people in the hall.

The reason they could have such a stable environment to do business in was entirely thanks to a group of people like Jerry Taylor, selflessly dedicating themselves in places everyone either knew nothing about or chose not to see.

For someone like Jerry Taylor, they felt respect—deep respect.

At this moment, when they looked again at Lucy Wells and Emma Wells, their gazes were completely different.

The wife and child of a hero—those were people they truly admired.

Jerry Taylor was dedicating himself to the country, and they too had been silently paying the price.

How could they possibly not respect, not honor people like this?

"Daisy Lewis, I, Jerry Taylor, may not be as rich as the ‌Bright‌ Clan when it comes to money, but in your eyes my status should still count for something. It should meet your so‑called standards for a wealthy family, right?" Jerry Taylor’s gaze clearly held no unusual emotion, not a trace of mockery, yet under his eyes Daisy Lewis felt an overwhelming pressure.