Jeffrey, who was sitting in the garden lounge chair, looked at Gloria and narrowed his eyes slightly out of habit.
Gloria, who was still covered with a layer of black gauze, clenched her fists tightly with her hands, with veins popping out on the back of her hands, but she stood upright. Her lavender eyes behind the black gauze looked directly at Jeffrey, as silent as her voice. It means half a retreat.
There were only two people in the garden, and the atmosphere seemed particularly quiet and depressing. The occasional insect chirping in the withered grass became the only sound.
"Who gave you the courage to say such things to me? In other words, why do you think I would agree with what you said and let a woman become the heir of the Morton family?" Jeffrey looked at Gloria in silence. After a long while, he finally spoke out.
"It was my father who gave me the courage. He could choose to do what he really liked, and I felt that I could also choose to do what I wanted to do, just like he gave up twenty years ago to become the heir to the Moulton family. With the same status as me, I want to get an opportunity to fight for such a thing." Gloria said with a firm voice, clenching her fists a little tighter and raising her voice a little louder: "Furthermore, the heir to the Buffett family hopes that Miss Buffett, isn’t she a woman? Since she can be the successor and guide of the Buffett family, I believe I can do the same and lead the Moulton family in the right direction. I think I can be better than the two Uncle did better."
"Oh, I'm not that idiot like Ian. If a woman inherits the family, am I going to give away the entire family?" Jeffrey curled his lips, with a bit of sarcasm in his expression, and looked at Gloria. He continued: "I gave him a chance twenty years ago. He has never shown any sign of repentance for more than twenty years, but now he asks his daughter to pick up the things he left behind? What if it were replaced by Mickey's words, maybe I will think about it, but as for you? It is impossible for me to hand over the Morton family to a woman who dare not show her true colors. Besides, it is not a good habit to slander your opponent behind his back."
"Grandfather, this matter has nothing to do with my father. He didn't even know that I would stand in front of you and say these words. Moreover, even twenty years later, he will not regret the decision he made twenty years ago. You He should know him better than me." Gloria did not retreat, but took a step forward and said seriously: "One day, I will take off the veil and stand in front of the world to declare my identity and appearance. I am ashamed of this and do not think that as a woman I am worse than any man. Moreover, I am not slandering my opponent, but I am stating the fact that I can definitely do better than him, at least I will not destroy the Moulton family. Lead into the abyss.”
Jeffrey looked at the girl in front of him, and he vaguely seemed to see the girl in red who was confronting him in the conference room. Although the two had some differences in personality, they both seemed to have a tenacity that refused to admit defeat.
And the last words Gloria said were somewhat similar to what Hill said that day, and they were also directed at Cyril.
Jeffrey sat up a little straighter at some point. He looked at Gloria and was silent for a while, then said, "According to your words, your target is the little girl from the Buffett family?"
"No, my goal is to surpass her." Gloria shook her head.
"Oh?" For the first time, there was a look of surprise on Jeffrey's face. He looked at Gloria and asked seriously: "What is that?"
"President of the Aden Chamber of Commerce, your current position." Gloria looked at Jeffrey's tone and said firmly.
"That's not a small tone." A smile appeared on Jeffrey's face for the first time, and he lay back in the recliner. The recliner shook slightly and continued: "A person's goal will determine the height he can reach. If you say If your target is her, then you will never be able to stand at the same height as her, because you have been looking up to her, and it is impossible for the Moulton family to be in charge of such a person."
"Then can I do it now?" Gloria's voice was filled with a bit of nervousness and expectation.
"No, I haven't decided whether to give you this opportunity yet. You go down." Moulton shook his head, the smile on his face faded, and said with a bit of warning: "Remember, only your mouth can tell the truth." Saying it is never enough is never enough. Doing business is far more difficult than you think. Even the little girl in the Buffett family took more than ten years to get to where she is now."
"Yes, I remember it, but I believe I can do it." Gloria nodded, her face not showing the slightest bit of frustration, but a look of joy. This was the first time she was valued by her grandfather since she was a child. , even if it’s not even recognition, it’s at least a change and a breakthrough.
"President! Catering..."
At this moment, Mars hurriedly walked into the garden, saw a look of surprise in Gloria's eyes, and at the same time swallowed back what he said.
"You go down first." Jeffrey raised his hand towards Gloria.
"Yes." Gloria bowed obediently, turned and left.
"What's wrong?" Jeffrey looked at Mars and asked.
"President, the news came in the morning. The City Lord's Palace has taken action against the Catering Association. President Warren and several vice presidents, as well as almost all the middle and high-level people in the association have been controlled. And this morning, the City Lord's Palace directly sent A team entered the headquarters of our chamber of commerce and sealed the information of the restaurants affiliated with our chamber of commerce, and is currently checking various information and account books." Mars said quickly.
"Has the Lord of the City finally taken action against the Catering Association? Warren has been drifting a bit in recent years and has forgotten his duties. It will be a matter of time before he is dealt with." Jeffrey sat up from the recliner, not too worried. Unexpectedly, he looked at Mars and said: "The information of our Chamber of Commerce should be fine. Send a notice to the member restaurants of the Chamber of Commerce and ask them to be more strict with their mouths. As long as the City Lord's Mansion does not want to lose face, this matter will not become a big deal and the limelight will pass. It’ll be fine. Mars, does this little thing make you so panicked?”
"President, there is something you may need to know. Since last year, after Master Cyril took charge of the Catering Department of the Chamber of Commerce, he has expanded cooperation with the Catering Association and adjusted the guaranteed quota on the food rankings from 50% to 90%, ranked by bidding, this part of the bill should now be kept in the Chamber of Commerce." Mars' forehead was covered with cold sweat, looking at Jeffrey whose expression was getting darker, he bit the bullet and continued: "And, the previous paragraph Time Gudinia and Director Warren were involved in the Level 4 Incident at the Gray Temple. Young Master Cyril was entrusted by the two families to try to get the two of them out of Basti Prison. A group of people also entered the Chamber of Commerce building today. From Basti Prison.”
