"Today, I want to announce something."
In the splendid restaurant of Malton Manor, Jeffrey, who was sitting at the head seat, looked at everyone and said with a somewhat solemn expression.
Mickey, who had just secretly picked up the fork, quietly put it back, sat upright again, and looked at Jeffrey with some awe.
Cyril was a little distracted, looking at the plate in front of him with his eyes lowered, as if waiting for judgment.
The noble lady sitting next to him also looked slightly pale, and her eyes swept over Gloria's body with some vicious eyes. The hands hanging by her sides were clenched tightly, and the veins were visible.
Sisters Hetty and Henie actually had smiles on their faces. Usually when their grandfather spoke like this, the uncle and his family would be scolded. This has been the case over the years and has become an interesting activity before meals. I just didn’t know this. The uncle was scolded this time, or Gloria was scolded. After all, last time she contradicted her grandfather in person and even left the restaurant midway.
"Master..." Mrs. Denise Marquis, who was sitting next to Jeffrey, wanted to speak, her eyes full of worry.
"Shut up." Jeffrey glanced at her, with an irresistible tone in his voice.
Denise stopped talking immediately, lowered her head, and did not dare to say another word.
Lance sat upright, although he didn't know what Jeffrey was going to say, but no matter what he said, he would not change his mind and decision, even if he was kicked out of Malton Manor.
Debra lowered her eyes and looked in Gloria's direction with some worry. Although Gloria's collision with Jeffrey was not taken into account afterwards, is it going to be liquidated again now?
"Did grandpa promise me?" Gloria, who was sitting at the end, stared at Jeffrey. Her lavender eyes behind the black gauze hat were full of expectation. Her hands under the table were twisted together, as if Waiting for the final judgment.
"Tsk, tsk, what's going on today? Is it going to change?" Aurora's pale, bloodless face showed a trace of interest. She glanced at the nervous Cyril, and her expression became even more interested.
Jeffrey's eyes finally fell on Gloria, and he said solemnly: "I declare that from today on, Gloria will become the successor candidate of the Morton family, and she will own Morton just like Cyril. The family’s inheritance.”
There was a sudden silence in the restaurant, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Cyril and his wife turned pale in an instant. They looked at each other and their lips were trembling.
"This...how is this possible!" Hetty and Henie opened their mouths at the same time, their faces full of disbelief. They didn't dare to show their faces when they looked at Gloria, whose head was covered with a gauze hat. The guy turned out to be the successor candidate of the Moulton family like their father.
In other words, Cyril's original identity as the sole successor will no longer exist from today on, and the Morton family may even be led by Gloria one day.
"Great!" Gloria clenched her fist hard and almost jumped with excitement.
Mickey and Debra also looked at Gloria in disbelief.
"Father, I object to this matter!" At this moment, Lance suddenly stood up, looked at Jeffrey with a solemn expression and said: "Father, no matter how dissatisfied you are with me, the things and decisions you made back then are What I did has nothing to do with Gloria, I hope you will not impose your anger on me on Gloria, she is just a child."
"I object too, father. Back then you said that I was a woman and not qualified to inherit the Morton family, but why did you choose Gloria as the successor now? I am your daughter! How can I be inferior to her, a little girl? ? Why can she become the heir of the Morton family?" Aurora also stood up and looked at Jeffrey with some excitement. There was a trace of blood on her pale face, and only her thin, bone-like hands were left. Clench your fists like an angry lioness.
"Why are you not qualified? Don't you have any idea?" Jeffrey raised his eyes and glanced at Aurora, not hiding his disgust at all.
"I..." Aurora met Jeffrey's eyes and felt like a maggot suddenly exposed to the sun. She lowered her head in fear. The courage that had just surged up from nowhere was suddenly drained away, and she was slumped. He sat back and looked at Gloria with a somewhat resentful look.
"Do you think I am a person who would vent my anger on juniors? Have I ever done this in the past twenty years or so?" Jeffrey's eyes turned to Lance, with a similar look in his eyes. Harsh and torture.
"No." Lance was silent for a while and shook his head. What a proud father he was. Even after he revoked his inheritance rights more than 20 years ago, he had never done anything to him, let alone What would it do to a junior?
"However, Gloria is still a child. How can she take on this kind of responsibility? How could she be willing to do such a thing? Girls should also have things they want to do and are more suitable to do, instead of To shoulder such a heavy responsibility." Lance still shook his head, wondering why Jeffrey would make such a decision.
"Sister?" Mickey looked at Gloria worriedly.
"Father, this is my own choice." At this moment, Gloria stood up, looked at Lance who turned around in surprise, and said sincerely and seriously: "Father said, Everyone has the right to choose freely, including women. I want to be an excellent businessman and the successor of the Moulton family. This is my choice."
Cyril looked up at Gloria, with surprise and anger in his eyes. Originally, he thought it was just Jeffrey being angry for a moment, so he pushed out Gloria, which made him a little nervous, but now it seems that things may not be the same. It's not that simple. Gloria had already planned this.
"Gloria, you have to know that by becoming a candidate for the heir of a big family, you will lose a lot of freedom, and you will even be unable to decide what you should do. This is too unfair and unfree for you." Lance looked at Gloria, feeling relieved but also worried.
"Father, making this choice is a kind of freedom in itself, isn't it?" Gloria looked at Lance and smiled.
Lance was stunned for a moment, then a pleased smile appeared on his face, and he nodded: "Yes, since it is your choice, I should respect it instead of asking you to accommodate my expectations of you."
"Thank you, father." Gloria smiled.
"I'm sorry, father, and thank you for respecting Gloria's choice." Lance bowed solemnly to Jeffrey and expressed his gratitude.
"Starting from today, the Landai Fabric Store in Aden Square will be managed by Gloria. Maynard will explain the specific matters to you. There is a high mountain between the candidate and the successor. If you can't cross this high mountain, then you Will be eliminated." Jeffrey ignored Lance, looked at Gloria and said, after finishing speaking, he picked up the knife and fork on the table and started cutting the steak.
