[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

We make our own futures, and then call them fate. And what better excuse to choose a path than to insist it's our destiny. But at the end of the day, we all have to live with our choices.

We write our own future and call it destiny.There is no better excuse to call the Lu Qiang he chose as fate.But in the end, we still have to pay the price for our choices.

The neoclassical-style corridors of the London Ritz Hotel are magnificent and luxurious, and the golden domed ceiling depicts the ceiling painting of the Bible "Genesis".

And Sherlock was running under the zenith painting, he was always staring at the surveillance video played by his blackberry phone, the majestic zenith painting could not arouse his slightest attention at all.

The ceiling painting is composed of nine narrative plots, taking the Bible "Genesis" as the main line, which are "dividing light and darkness", "dividing land and water", "creating the sun and moon", "creating Adam", "creating Eve", " The Expulsion from Eden", "Noah's Sacrifice", "The Flood" and "Noah's Drunk", and when the ceiling painting ended, Sherlock's footsteps finally stepped onto the stairs.

The Scotland Yard agents were left far behind by him, and the consulting detective rushed to rescue his little girlfriend with unmatched speed.

The corners of his black windbreaker were blown, and the classical facial features were tightly tightened, making him look cold and sexy.If Gloria was here, she would definitely marvel at his charming figure.

This hotel has been in use for more than half a century. Even if a signal amplifier is installed in the classic elevator, due to its age, it will still cause poor contact of the electronic signal. Normal communication is a problem, let alone smooth video playback.

Sherlock now relies on the surveillance video in his hand to determine whether Gloria is safe or not, so he chooses to climb the stairs with long legs.

On the screen of the BlackBerry, the confrontation still continued.

Gloria was silent, looking mad at the blond man she was standing on, "God, you must be crazy!"

"If you had to choose a lunatic between the two of us, wouldn't you be sicker?" Gloria pretended to smile indifferently, but there was a strong burning sensation in her stomach, which almost made her faint .

Aldridge reached the Beretta 92F in her heart even more forcefully, "You ignored unknown risks to participate in this dinner party for the sake of inheritance, but now you give up everything for that ridiculous British man?"

Her long golden curly hair was spread on the red dress, beautiful as a dream, "That's not some ridiculous British man, he is the only Sherlock Holmes in the world."

Aldrich approached her, smiling helplessly, "I'm a little envious of him as you said, there is nothing in this world that moves a gentleman more than the love of an angel girl who is willing to give her life."

"What a pity, you could have won everything," the handsome blond man looked at his sister and shook his head with indifferent eyes, "Stupid and capricious woman."

He pulled the trigger and looked at her mockingly, "My beautiful little girl, go to heaven."

"boom--"

The sound of the Beretta 92F gunshot was thick and steady, and at the same time the screen of the BlackBerry phone went black.

A few meters away from the luxury suite [-] of the Ritz Hotel, Sherlock stood in a dimly lit corridor. In the ceiling painting on his head, Jesus was scourged and crucified.

And within the wall a few meters away, there was a sudden sound of heavy shooting.

It's the Beretta 92F, the Beretta 92F is so accurate that it won't break down even if it falls on a hard ground from a height of two meters.

Sherlock's deep-sea green eyes blinked slowly.

Just one second after zero, the consulting detective burst into suite [-].

The fragile door couldn't help being kicked open with his strength, and the picture in the room made his tightly clenched heart finally be able to continue beating.

Gloria was covered in glaring blood, but thankfully the wound was only from her arm.

Aldrich subconsciously turned around when he heard the door breaking, and was hit by the detective's British Browning on his right hand in an instant.

The Italian gun in his hand fell to the ground, dripping with bright red blood at the same time, but this was not the end, Sherlock aimed at his calf muscle twice and made him completely lose the possibility of escaping the scene .

Aldridge didn't seem to care about the gunshot wounds on his body at all. He sneered at Gloria, "Even if you survive, those old guys from the Rockefeller family will no longer trust you. A Rockefeller who gave up his inheritance rights and life for a man ? It's the funniest thing in the world."

"You can tell them," Gloria leaned against the wall, her eyes sharp and mocking, "see who those old guys will believe—"

"You? A shameless person who made trouble five times and three times."

"It's still me, an innocent and strong victim who has been hurt many times."

Aldrich suddenly laughed wildly, almost crying. He suddenly looked at Sherlock, "Wait, Mr. Detective, don't look at her sincere feelings now, this standard Miss Rockefeller will abandon you sooner or later."

Sherlock cast all eyes on him sparingly, and he approached the blonde girl with long legs.

"Sir..." Gloria slipped to the ground as if she had lost all strength, she clutched her left arm tightly in pain, her face was as pale as paper.

Sherlock stared closely at her small face, as if worried that the blonde girl in front of him was just a hallucination.

He squatted down slowly, with a storm in his usually indifferent eyes, "Gloria, you almost killed yourself."

His always cunning and ruthless little girlfriend risked her own life for his so-called honor, and Sherlock stared at her, feeling that he was going to lose his mind with anger.

Gloria suddenly burst into tears of grievance, and like a little girl, she only got angry at the person she loved the most. "My arm hurts, my stomach hurts, my head hurts, I hurt to death!"

The angry detective could only hug her to comfort her, the little girl in his arms was still trembling, as if she would fall into a coma in the next second.

"Sherlock!"

Inspector Lestrade finally rushed in with his men, and put silver handcuffs on Aldrich, who was shot in both legs and fell to the ground.

However, when they saw the consulting detective in the corner who was comforting their little girlfriend, they wondered if they had acted as a light bulb, affecting the love affair of the young couple who had just escaped danger.

Sherlock was frowning to observe her wound, the bullet slashed against the inside of the left arm, and it seemed that it only caused gunpowder burns.

But he still strictly checked the wound, in case there were fractures or other problems caused by the airflow when the bullet exploded.

Seeing his serious and cold expression, Gloria wanted to go crazy for a while, and was worried that Mr. Detective would teach her a lesson, so she smiled sweetly and said, "Sir, am I a talented student?"

Mr. Detective once explained to her how to rely on fighting skills to avoid the vital parts as much as possible when someone pointed a gun at the heart. Gloria perfectly transferred the damage to the left arm, not only accurately avoiding the humerus of the upper arm, It didn't even cause muscle trauma.

"You should learn to shoot at the hopeless villains next." Sherlock kissed the soft hair on the top of her head, and his gorgeous and deep voice rang in her ears.

Gloria: ...I always feel that Mr. Holmes will teach her badly.

Inspector Lestrade suggested kindly, "Leah, you should go to the hospital immediately to treat the wound."

Gloria subconsciously glanced at Sherlock, her voice was a little low, "I'm afraid I have to go to the Golden Hall to attend the charity dinner first."

As she expected, Sherlock frowned tightly, his eyes were cold.

Goldilocks seemed unmoved, "Sir, I am willing to dedicate my life to you, but after the danger is over, I am still a Rockefeller."

The consulting detective's gaze sank, "Gloria, you know my bottom line."

She flinched and looked at him with a pitiful little face, "Can you treat my wound yourself? I think if you are willing, you must be the best surgeon in London."

For the first time Sherlock had doubts about her mind, minutes before she would have given up everything for his honor.

And when she learned that he was safe, she persistently asked to attend the charity dinner where the family heir was established.

So - will she leave or stay?

Sherlock stared at her silently, and Gloria was staring at him with a smile, her gray-blue eyes, which were as clear as glass beads, shone with fragments of light, as if all the stars were in her eyes.

She still wears that paradoxical perfume on her wrist, the seductive scent of rose powder turns into the abstinent and repellent pine scent, she clearly holds Sherlock's hand, but the contradictory scent on her wrist seems to want to Clenched and let go.

"I might leave London today." Gloria was incomprehensible.

She suddenly had an interesting plan, and hoped that Mr. Detective would not be overly frightened when he learned about it.

leave?The corners of Sherlock's lips curled up. He might have to impress his little girlfriend in order to make her learn to behave.

Ritz Hotel Golden Hall

Charity dinners are always star-studded, but in the gorgeous and elegant banquet hall at this time, the most dazzling person is not the entertainers from the West End or the Hollywood stars who came from afar, but the imaginative blonde girl in a beautiful red dress.

Standing on the stage covered with a soft black carpet, she raised her red lips slightly, "The original purpose of the Rockefeller Foundation was only one sentence - to promote the well-being of all mankind. Even with the changes of the times, the wording has changed and increased, but for a long time Health issues have been at the heart of the Rockefeller Foundation's enduring concerns for more than a century."

Gloria always seems to be so confident and elegant, with extraordinary charm.

"At this moment, as the sixth generation of Rockefeller, I would like to announce on behalf of the Rockefeller Foundation that we will donate 20 billion US dollars to assist cancer research."

The audience was depressively quiet at first, and then there was thunderous applause.

"bravo!"

"God! Two billion dollars!"

The family foundation, which was founded with a capital of US$[-] million a century ago, is now presided over by the fifth generation of the family.The long span of donation, the large scale, and the extensive and remarkable achievements make it a well-deserved leader in philanthropy in the United States and around the world.

But the investment of a single donation of 20 billion U.S. dollars is crazy. At the dinner, many big figures silently looked at the little girl who had just grown up on the stage. The world is really changing. Who would have thought of this abandoned by the family a few months ago? The poor ghost can win the family inheritance again.

Gloria Rockefeller, she's literally now the richest Goldilocks in the world, at just a young age.

The exquisite makeup of Mrs. Rockefeller in the first row can hardly suppress the excitement in the corners of her eyes. This is her daughter, the sole heir to her high-spirited and imposing manner.

She can't stay in London to waste time, and the British man is even more burdensome. He will only make Gloria weak and incompetent, and have no interest in power.

Gloria looked at the private jet in front of her and raised her eyebrows. Mrs. Rockefeller really kept her word, "I thought you promised to let me go back to the King's College Hospital."

"This is not the time to be willful, Leah," Elena said with the same pampering look on her face as before she was 13 years old, and she gently led Gloria on the plane, "If you don't like Bush, how about Kennedy?" ?Young people of the fourth generation are about your age."

Elena suggested enthusiastically, "I know you have received an offer from Harvard University, how about studying at the Kennedy School of Political Science after your undergraduate degree?"

"Do you still want me to inherit Uncle Jay's ambition and become a congressman or mayor at the same time?" Gloria laughed.

Mrs. Rockefeller obviously had big ambitions. "Your ancestors were vice presidents."

Gloria refused, "No, it's not negotiable. Those politicians are like Mexicans swearing at each other when they debate. There is no style at all."

"As for the fourth-generation descendant of Kennedy, I'm afraid it's Joseph Kennedy III? First, I don't like Irish people, and second, this Kennedy is rigid and boring." The blonde girl refuted her mother's plan thoroughly.

Rockefeller was obviously dissatisfied, her face darkened a little, "Funny doesn't represent any value."

"No," Gloria leaned on the back of the passenger seat of the private jet, and smiled lazily, "Interesting is the aphrodisiac between lovers."

"Gloria!"

See, Mrs. Rockefeller can always be easily irritated by her. She pressed the communicator and got angry at the captain, "Why haven't you taken off yet!"

The handsome captain from Sweden could only temporarily suspend his application for the ninth flight, and explained to the owner of the private jet, "The London air traffic control department has always refused to take off."

See, Mr. Holmes disagrees, they are not even capable of leaving London.

"Mom, don't waste your efforts in vain." Gloria's voice was sweet, and she fiddled with her phone, looking for the signed professor's email received 10 minutes ago.

"I won't go back to New York with you, wait, don't be angry, the more extreme is still to come—"

"I found a good professional manager for the Rockefeller family at today's charity dinner, the former CEO of JP Morgan Chase in Philadelphia." The blonde girl clicked on the email, "As for me, I will marry an English man and live in London."

Elena exclaimed with an angry expression, "You are crazy! You must be crazy!"

Gloria looked at her mother's shocked expression and smiled, "I've been waiting for your expression since I was 13, and it's as expected and satisfying."

"Look, this is the moment closest to your wish."

The heir to the Rockefeller and Walker families has long awaited Elena, but now—

"I give up, Mom."

Mrs. Rockefeller was so angry that she almost slapped her across the face, but Gloria smiled and clicked on the video file in the email on her mobile phone.

This looks like a candid video of a psychiatrist.

The psychiatrist couldn't see his face with his back to the camera, but Elena Rockefeller's face and voice were very clear.

Mrs. Rockefeller, who is exquisitely made up, is rubbing her temples with a disgusted voice——

... "Gloria is resisting me again. I really regret giving birth to her. If she didn't survive the kidnapping, our relationship would be closer."

……

"I'm disappointed, ma'am." Gloria threw the white iPhone into her handbag with a decent smile, "Although I survived ignorantly, from today onwards, you can treat me as if I died in that battle." in the kidnapping case."

"No, no, Leah." Elena held her little daughter's hand tightly. She had never been so worried about being abandoned. Gloria had a friendly smile on her face as if she was facing a stranger.

Gloria gently pulled away her strong hand, "I am still the major shareholder of Rockefeller Corporation, I think father will not treat you too much in this regard, but what I can do for you is only this That's all."

"No, Leah, don't be like this." Elena looked sad, as if trying to save something, "Leah, I really love you."

Gloria stood in front of the cabin door, her long blond hair shining like molten gold, she heard Elena Rockefeller's voice and didn't look back—

"Oh, come on."