Cyril stood at the door of the blacksmith shop with a proud look on his face, looking at the review team who was carefully checking the bills in the blacksmith shop and comparing the remaining arrears, feeling that he was sure of victory.
Regardless of his abilities, Jeffrey had no choice but to let him inherit the Morton family.
This game was destined to be the winner from the beginning, because he knew Jeffrey and his rigid and somewhat arrogant father. He would never hand over the empire he created to a woman to inherit. , just like he had ridiculed the old Buffett countless times, he would never allow himself to become that person.
Thinking of this, the smile on Cyril's face grew thicker, and he seemed to have seen what he would look like in the future, dominating the city of chaos.
Kerry stood aside with a shy smile, and his eyes were also shining. He had stayed in this blacksmith shop for half his life and never got any chance of promotion. He was too lazy to take care of the affairs of the blacksmith shop on weekdays, so Kerry's blacksmith shop was It will lead to losses step by step.
But it was different now, he was hugging Cyril's thigh.
When he becomes the leader of the Morton family in the future, or even the leader of the Aden Chamber of Commerce, he will surely be able to ascend to heaven, no longer need to stick to a blacksmith shop, and become a real upper class person in the city of chaos.
The employees of the blacksmith shop also looked a little excited. They didn't understand the duel, but they knew that the business of the blacksmith shop was unexpectedly good this month, and the wages would definitely be indispensable. They would also have three days off starting tomorrow, and they would also receive a big reward. The red envelope is enough to make them happy all day long.
Half an hour later.
The review team sealed the ledger, locked it in an iron box, and walked out of the blacksmith shop one by one.
The leading middle-aged man in a long black coat looked at Cyril and said: "Master Cyril, the bill has been reviewed. Now please come with us back to the manor, where the master will announce the results of this competition."
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go quickly!" Cyril said with a smile, walking towards the gorgeous carriage beside him, stepping on Creary who was kneeling on the ground and getting on the carriage.
The reviewers got into two carriages and drove towards Moreton Manor.
At almost the same time, the inspectors from Dailan Fabric Store also walked out of the store. Although everyone's faces remained calm, the shock could not be hidden in their eyes.
The leading middle-aged man stepped forward and said respectfully: "Miss Gloria, please come back to the manor with us now, where the president will announce the results of this competition."
The eyes of the reviewers looking at Gloria also changed a little, and they became more awe-inspiring.
Gloria smiled and nodded: "Okay, please go first."
After all the reviewers got on the carriage, Gloria turned around and looked at Mars standing aside and said, "Mars, you can follow me to the manor."
Mars shook his head and said, "I think it's not yet time. Miss, you can go ahead."
Gloria looked at Mars, thought for a moment, nodded with a smile and said, "I think it's almost time."
Mars also had a smile on his face.
The three carriages left Dailan and headed towards Malton Manor.
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The Great Hall of Malton Hall, which will be particularly lively.
Old Mrs. Dennis was sitting in front, her eyes closed, and her thin cheeks looked a bit sharp. She was obviously not an old lady who was easy to get close to.
Jeffrey's third daughter, Aurora, huddled in a chair with her legs crossed. Her loose clothes still couldn't hide her skeleton-like figure. Her sunken eye sockets looked even more frightening. Her white hair had already She dropped a lot and looked like an old lady with a joking smile on her face.
Cyril's twin daughters were wearing gorgeous dresses and looked at the Lance family sitting opposite, with a look of gloating on their faces.
"What else is there to compare with? How could my father lose to a girl who has never even touched money?" Heni said with some disdain.
"That's right, I think grandpa shouldn't have done this competition. Anyway, there won't be any surprises in the result. Instead, it will make others laugh." Hetty echoed.
"Shh, don't talk nonsense." Aviva, who was sitting next to them and well-maintained, said, but there was no hint of scolding on her face, and she also had a proud smile on her face.
The Lance family sat on the chairs opposite. Lance held a book in his hand and looked at it calmly, as if he didn't hear what everyone said.
Mickey, on the other hand, stared at Hetty and Henie with some indignation, and wanted to speak out several times, but Mrs. Debra's hand kept gently holding his wrist, and she kept telling him not to be impulsive with her eyes.
There was no resentment on Debra's face, but instead a smile of relief, thinking silently in her heart: "Even if it fails, it will be a very good experience for Gloria. The child has grown up, and it is not I no longer need to feel inferior to myself and close myself off.”
"Master is here."
The butler's voice came from outside.
Hetty and Hernie suddenly stopped laughing and sat on the chairs obediently. Although they looked ordinary, they looked a bit like ladies.
Aurora, who was slumped in the chair, suddenly sat up straight, and her lifeless eyes burst into life, as if she had suddenly become a few years younger, but there was a bit of fear in her eyes.
Lance put down the book in his hand and sat upright.
Mickey also straightened his chest and sat upright on the chair, not daring to move.
Old Lady Denise opened her eyes.
The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became depressing and tense.
Jeffrey walked in slowly from the door, glanced at Lance first, then paused on Mickey for a while, directly skipped Hetty and Henie, and glanced at Aurora with undisguised disgust in his eyes. , walked straight to the front seat and sat down.
Hetty and Henie, who were ignored, glanced at Mickey fiercely, but did not dare to say anything.
The hall was quiet, no one dared to make a sound, and the atmosphere was a bit depressing.
Six carriages pulled up outside Malton Hall.
Cyril jumped off the carriage and looked at Gloria who was walking down the wooden stairs gracefully. He mocked with some disdain: "Isn't this my outstanding niece? Can the president make an exception and give you a chance to challenge me? , it’s really surprising, but it’s a pity that even if you are given a chance, it doesn’t seem to have any impact on the result.”
Gloria looked at Cyril and smiled: "If there was no impact, how could Uncle Cyril be standing here with me now?"
The smile on Cyril's face froze, and he waved his hand and said: "Ling Yaya, I want to see if you can speak as well as you do now, and ask the president to give you another chance!" He turned around and walked quickly towards the manor. Go.
"You should talk to yourself about this." A smile appeared on Gloria's lips, and she walked towards the manor unhurriedly.
