The whole place suddenly fell silent. Everyone looked at Hill in disbelief, and then at Mag. Unexpectedly, it was Miss Hill who had personally written an invitation letter inviting him to the dinner.
Well, everything Cyril had said before was disproven.
And the last slightly mocking words were more like a slap on Cyril's face.
While Hill was able to fill out invitation letters for others, Cyril didn't even know about it.
Of course, what surprised everyone present was Hill's attitude towards Mag. For Mag's sake, she did not hesitate to offend Cyril, and it could even be said that she did not give him any face.
What kind of identity does this Mag have? Why should Hill value it so much?
Cyril's proud face gradually became stiff and embarrassed. Hill's words were like needles piercing his heart, each sentence poking at his sore spot.
The four major families are indeed qualified to invite some people to the party, but only the patriarchs of the four major families have this right, and he does not have this right.
After the invitation is made, the party preparation team will be notified for reporting, so there is no need to doubt Hill's words. Mag must have been invited by her.
"Hello, little lady in the red dress." Amy bit the biscuit and greeted Hill happily. This little lady seemed quite nice.
"Meow." The ugly duckling with four little paws hanging on Amy's skirt looked up at the cookie in Amy's hand and called out a little aggrievedly.
"Ugly duckling, don't worry, I will hug you when I finish eating." Amy lowered her head and comforted.
"Meow meow~" The ugly duckling turned away with a helpless expression.
"Hello, little Amy." Hill said, looking at Amy with a smile.
Cyril looked at Hill with a dark face and said in a deep voice: "Since he is the guest invited by Miss Hill, there should be no problem. It's just that this person, as far as I know, has repeatedly insulted our Aden Chamber of Commerce and occupied He robbed the restaurant of a member of my chamber of commerce and caused the director of my chamber of commerce to go to jail. Is such a guy worthy of participating in the mid-year party of our Aden Chamber of Commerce? I wonder what Miss Hill meant by inviting him to participate? "
"What! There is such a thing?"
"I heard that this boss once said that our Aden Chamber of Commerce will collapse sooner or later."
"Didn't Naqi Barbeque Restaurant close down? Now there's an ice cream shop, and he's the boss."
"I heard that Director Devo and Director Gudiniya were imprisoned before, and it was also related to him."
"Then why did Miss Hill invite him to the party? Isn't this an insult to the party?"
As soon as Cyril said this, there was a commotion in the crowd, and people started whispering.
Hill frowned slightly as he listened to those discussions.
There was a proud smile on the corner of Cyril's mouth.
Hill is competing with Jeffrey for the position of the new chamber of commerce president. If she can lose some reputation in this matter, he will definitely gain extra points with Jeffrey.
"Uncle, although I don't know who you are, it is still necessary to clarify your slander. First of all, I am really dissatisfied with the rules of the Aden Chamber of Commerce that discriminate against half-races, and I insist that if they remain unchanged, Sooner or later it will perish."
"As for Richie's Barbecue Restaurant, the owner came to my door to compete with me in cooking skills and offered to use the restaurant as a bet. In the end, he lost to me."
"And the two directors of the Aden Chamber of Commerce commanded a fourth-level murderer to attack my restaurant and try to kill us, so they were arrested by the Gray Temple and sent to Basti Prison. It seems that the relationship between the uncle and the two directors seems to be Not bad, but how is your relationship with that fourth-degree murderer?"
Mag took a step forward, looked at Cyril and said with a mocking smile.
The discussion gradually subsided, and everyone's eyes turned to Cyril. Although Mag's first sentence was a bit crazy, the next two sentences pointed the finger at Cyril.
When doing business in the city of chaos, there are several things that cannot be touched, and the Gray Temple is the first one.
If Cyril is really related to a fourth-degree murderer, then he will never become the patriarch of the Moulton family in this life.
"You...how could I be related to the murderer!" Cyril's expression changed, and he said in a panic. The old man had warned him about this before, and he must not let himself be involved now.
"Since it doesn't matter, why do you look like you want to seek justice for them? You are very suspicious." Mag's smile became brighter.
"They have been disqualified as directors of the Chamber of Commerce. Their behavior is also a personal behavior and has nothing to do with the Chamber of Commerce or me. I don't know much about their affairs. If it is true as you said, then they deserve to be punished." Cyril forced himself to calm down, even if his teeth were broken, he could only swallow it in his own stomach.
"That's it, then I don't know if I need to leave because of them?" Mag then asked.
"Huh." Cyril waved his hand, turned around and left. He had lost all face today.
Seeing this, the onlookers dispersed one after another. Unexpectedly, Mag was the winner in this farce.
Hill looked at Mag and said a little apologetically: "Mr. Mag, I should have waited for you to come in together."
"It doesn't matter. I was invited by Miss Hill to have the opportunity to attend such an upper-class dinner. It's okay to feel a little aggrieved." Mag said with a smile. He was quite satisfied with Hill's previous performance, which at least showed her kindness. Sincerity.
"For Mr. McGonagall, this is just something within reach." Hill looked into McGonagall's eyes and smiled.
"It takes some thinking to reach out to some things." Mag shook his head slightly.
"Mr. McGonagall is an interesting man." Hill said with a smile.
"Miss Hill is a smart person." Mag also smiled.
"Oh, it's still as lively today."
At this moment, a somewhat seductive voice suddenly sounded.
A black shadow with huge wings appeared in the air outside the banquet hall, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a black mist and appeared at the entrance.
The black mist subsided, and a sexy woman wearing a high-cut black skirt and a servant covered in a black robe appeared.
"is her!"
"Countess Bathory! She's here again this year!"
"Hasn't she not been here for two years? Why is she here again this year? I heard that her favorite thing is young girls."
After seeing the person clearly, there was a commotion in the banquet hall. The young girls stepped back in a panic, fearing that they would be captured by the rumored terrible vampire.
"Countess?" Mag raised his head and looked towards the entrance. Appearing next to the frightened master of ceremonies was a young and charming woman.
She looks to be about thirty years old, with long brown and black wavy hair hanging casually, charming green eyes that seem to be able to speak, a slightly sickly pale face, and lips that are as red as blood. Incredibly bright.
The tight-fitting black dress reveals a hint of white and sexy ravine on the chest. The high-cut skirt opens all the way to the thighs. The round and elegant white long legs make people feel a little dazzling.
She looked down at her neck, which was as proud as a white swan, like a queen.
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