Chapter 62 Marriage

"Congratulations, Bertrand. Congratulations on returning to work in Boston."

In Harvard Yard.

Milo, Bertrand Urwin and others stood and talked on the campus path.

Bertrand Urwin was originally one of the main directors of Harvard University Press on the West Coast.

But it may be the political achievement brought by the super hot sales of "The Da Vinci Code", or Bertrand Urwin's own strength and qualifications are enough.

Anyway, he was transferred back to the Boston headquarters a few days ago.

He was promoted from one of the West Coast heads of Harvard University Press to CEO of Harvard University Press.

Harvard University Press is affiliated with Harvard University and is a publishing house with a high academic reputation.

A large portion of the extremely expensive university textbooks in the United States are published by this publishing house.

In addition, Harvard University has another publishing house, the Harvard Business School Press.

Compared to HUP, Business School Press is more famous.

Both publishing houses are subsidiaries of Harvard University, and Bertrand Urwin is now the CEO of HUP, which is obviously a high promotion.

So Milo congratulated him.

"Thank you. Milo, thank you."

Hearing Milo always calling me by my first name, which was more intimate, rather than my distant last name.

Bertrand also changed his address and called Milo by his first name, "You are...Oh, tomorrow is Christmas. You are back to reunite with your family!"

"Yes. I just got back last night." Milo responded with a smile.

At the same time, his eyes passed Bertrand Urwin and looked at the two men and two women behind Bertrand.

One of the two men looked similar to Bertrand, both were middle-aged men.

The other man looked younger, probably around thirty years old.

As for the two women, one looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, and the other seemed to be around thirty years old.

All are white.

Following Milo's gaze, Bertrand reacted and introduced the people behind him with a smile.

"Ah, everyone, let me introduce you, this is Mr. Milo Blackburn. He is the author of The Da Vinci Code and one of the most outstanding and talented young bestselling authors in the United States."

Milo smiled and nodded to the smiling people, "Hello, I'm Milo Herbert Blackburn."

Bertrand began to introduce the men to Milo.

"Glendon George, my colleague, editor-in-chief of HUP."

"Mr. Charles B. Griffith, Director of High School Program and Vice Principal, The Quaker School, Brooklyn, New York."

Milo shook hands with both men.

Milo was not familiar with New York, but hearing the name of the Quaker School, it should be a private high school in New York.

He was very curious about why the vice principal of a private high school in New York came to Harvard University? Was there any cooperation between this school and Harvard, and could the students of this school be admitted directly to Harvard University?

"Hello, Mr. Blackburn, my name is Charles B. Griffith, nice to meet you."

Next came the older woman. "Milo, this is Alice Blanche. She's the high school head teacher at the Quaker school."

Milo also shook her hand.

But he was more curious.

It would be fine if the vice-principal of a private high school came, but how come even the head teacher came?

Could it be... He looked at the person who just walked over.

The young beauty kept her eyes on him almost the entire time.

"Milo, this is Miss Ariana Rockefeller. She's a student at the Quaker School."

There was a noticeable pause after Bertrand said Ariane's last name.

As if he wanted to see how Milo would react when he heard the name Rockefeller.

But Milo is still the same as Alice and Griffith before.

Reaching out to shake Ariana's hand.

"Hello, Miss Rockefeller. I'm Milo Herbert Blackburn."

"Hello, Mr. Blackburn. I am Ariana Astor Newell Rockefeller."

Ariana smiled like a flower, her red lips slightly parted, and her pair of beautiful brown eyes stared at Milo without blinking.

Seeing that Milo didn't have any special reaction, Bertrand didn't know what he was thinking, but he continued to smile: "Miss Rockefeller is the student representative of the Alumni Association School. She just came from New York and is doing a winter study tour. After visiting us, she will go to Yale and MIT later."

"Because I used to work in New York, the school asked me to be responsible for receiving Miss Rockefeller, Mr. Griffith and Ms. Blanche."

Milo let go of Ariana's little hand. The little girl held his hand for a little too long.

He praised Harvard University with a smile in a very normal tone, "Harvard is a beautiful school, and I am most proud of being a Harvard student. I have only been here for a few months, but that does not stop me from loving it very much. Believe me, Miss Rockefeller, this will be your best choice, no doubt about it."

“Glory to Christ, for Christ and for the Church!”

Milo ends with the motto of Harvard University.

But in fact, Harvard University’s motto when it was first established was the Latin word Veritas (Truth).

But later religion prevailed and the school motto became Glory to Christ.

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After a while it became "for Christ and for the church."

After the founding of the United States, it was changed to "truth."

However, many local people still prefer to use "Glory to Christ" and "For Christ, for the Church" as their school mottos.

Especially these two school mottos, which were proposed by our ancestors.

The Blackburn family never mentioned the school motto "Veritas"...

"I have to say that your suggestion really moves me, Mr. Blackburn." Ariana smiled sweetly, "I will definitely consider it seriously."

At this time, Milo saw the General Administration Office.

My father, Neil Rudenstine and others had come out and were looking at me.

So he said, "Well, good-bye, Miss Rockefeller. And Bertrand, Ms. Blanche, and Mr. Griffith. I'm going to join my father. We've been out long enough. We have to go back."

"Tonight is Christmas Eve, a day for family reunion. May the love of the Lord Jesus always be with you, giving you strength, comfort and hope."

After saying that, he waved his hand, shook off these people and walked towards his father.

Ten minutes later.

The father and son got into the same Lincoln sedan.

But the convoy did not rush to leave Harvard University, but instead circled back and forth on the main road of Harvard Yard.

"I saw you talking to Bertrand Urwin, and I also saw Ariana Rockefeller, the eldest granddaughter of the old vampire... What did you talk about?"

Joseph looked at his son beside him and spoke softly.

“It was Bertrand Urwin who approached me about my book.”

"As for Rockefeller, it should be considered an accidental encounter."

Joseph was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Bertrand Urwin is Lawrence Summers's man, and Rudenstine hates him very much."

Milo shrugged, looking out the window at the Harvard University building passing by. "You didn't tell me. And we're not tied to Rudenstine."

Hearing him say this, Joseph actually laughed.

"Yes, you are right. Our interests are indeed not consistent with those of Rudenstine. But there is one thing I want to tell you. I am curious about your next reaction."

"Um?"

"What do you think of that Rockefeller just now?"

"What like? Oh, come on, it's just a chick."

"Haha, what if I tell you that Rockefeller wants to marry her to you?"

"Marriage, who to marry?"

Milo reacted and looked at his father with surprise, who had a smirk on his face.

"What?!!"

(End of this chapter)