Malton Manor, in a quaint study room.
Cyril stood, looking at Jeffrey who was looking at the report and said cautiously: "Father, letting Gloria serve as a director of the Chamber of Commerce has aroused dissatisfaction and discussion among many directors. Do you think this matter is right?" Do you need to give an explanation to the directors, first remove Gloria as a director, and appease the emotions of the directors?"
"Dissatisfied?" Jeffrey raised his head and looked at Cyril with some mockery. "When do I need to look at other people's faces when making a decision? Besides, who else would be dissatisfied with this matter except you?"
Cyril's lips trembled, and he slowly clenched his fists. He looked at Jeffrey with all his heart and said: "President, Gloria is just a woman after all. Now you only have my son. If You continue to support Gloria like this and make me a joke. Who will inherit the Morton family and the Aden Chamber of Commerce in the future? Are you really willing to hand over the family to a woman who will marry in the future? "
"You..." Jeffrey slapped the report booklet in his hand heavily on the table. Looking at Cyril, who was staring straight at him, this unfilial thing dared to talk to him like this, and his blood boiled. It rushed to my head and I suddenly felt dizzy.
Cyril, who was still a little frightened at first, was heartbroken when he saw Jeffrey's reaction. He was no longer afraid and sneered: "Father, eldest brother, he will never inherit the family property. He only has eyes for his students. .The Morton family has a huge family fortune. If you don’t want to see it fall into the hands of others, then you should train me well. Only I can continue the prosperity of the Morton family."
"Get out! Get out of here!" Jeffrey picked up the report book on the table and threw it towards Cyril.
Cyril turned sideways and glanced at Cyril who was lying on the chair with his eyes closed. A smile appeared on his lips. He bent down to pick up the report book and put it back on the table. He said with a smile: "Since my father is unwell, then I I’ll take my leave now. In a few days there will be the year-end dinner of the Chamber of Commerce. On that day, I will ask the board of directors to vote to kick Gloria out of the board of directors.”
After saying that, before Jeffrey could get angry again, Cyril hurried out.
Jeffrey fumbled and took out a small bottle from the drawer, unscrewed the lid with trembling hands, raised his head and took a big sip. After a while, he took a long breath, and his red face gradually receded, and he opened his mouth. The eyes, which are usually wise and majestic, now have a hint of loneliness.
"Did I really do something wrong back then?" Jeffrey looked out the window in a daze. In order to let Lance inherit the family business, he forced him to do many things, which eventually led to him giving up his inheritance rights and running into chaos. Became a teacher in the academy.
Over the years, in order to continue the prosperity of the Moulton family, he has been cultivating Cyril, placing many hopes on him, almost treating him as the only successor.
With this level of status, he was naturally confident, eating, drinking and having fun, and did not put his heart into company management at all.
"Can we really just leave our family to this kid?" Jeffrey frowned, feeling a little shaken in his heart, and then a figure jumped into his mind.
"Gloria..." Jeffrey whispered softly, tapping his knuckles on the table. This girl's recent performance really surprised him. She was able to make Dailan Cloth Art Store, which had been losing money for several years, quickly make a profit. , and brought ultra-high profit margins, which he had never expected.
Before today, he had never seriously considered letting Gloria inherit the Morton family.
"Hey, brat, I'm still alive, how dare you come in front of me to provoke me?" Jeffrey's eyes became serious again and he smiled coldly.
"Since that old man Ian can hand over the Buffett family to Hill, do you think I won't hand over Molton to Gloria? Instead of handing over Molton to this prodigal son who will disturb the family's peace, why? Why not leave it to the more capable Gloria? Then Nizi is careful and has good talent. If she is trained a little, she will not be worse than Lance."
"McNard," Jeffrey called in the direction of the door.
Maynard opened the door and came in.
"Go ahead and call Mars." Jeffrey ordered.
"Yes." Maynard responded respectfully, turned around and left quickly.
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"Mr. Cyril, did your conversation with the old man go well?" A middle-aged man stood in the pavilion of Malton Manor, looked at Cyril who was walking quickly, and said with a smile.
"It's pretty much what Patriarch Bowen expected. Although the old man was very angry, he just told me to get out. It seems that he never thought of handing over Morton and the Aden Chamber of Commerce to Gloria." Cyril smiled happily. Dao, who has been living under the pressure of Jeffrey for so many years, finally felt proud and proud today.
"Patriarch Jeffrey has ridiculed Mr. Ian's decision to hand over the Buffett family to Hill more than once. How could he hand over the family business to a daughter, and a granddaughter a generation away? The patriarch of the Moulton family This position must belong to you, Mr. Cyril." Bowen said with a smile, with an expected expression.
Cyril looked at Bowen with joy on his face and said: "Clan Chief Bowen, you promised to help me fight for the position of patriarch. The first step is to remove Gloria at the year-end banquet. This matter will not happen." Is there something wrong?"
"Don't worry, the Marquis family and the Dodge family still have some influence in the Chamber of Commerce, and everyone knows that you will be the patriarch of the Moulton family sooner or later. If you make a request, how can the directors not agree to it? At that time, as long as half of the directors vote to remove Gloria, not even the president can stop it."
Bowen touched his beard, looked at Cyril and said: "However, after the matter is completed, what Mr. Cyril promised..."
"Don't worry, Chief Bowen. As long as I can inherit the Morton family's business and become the head of the family, I will definitely help you become the president of the chamber of commerce in the next chamber of commerce election." Cyril nodded.
"Very good. Mr. Cyril is indeed a smart man. Then I will go to the Dodge family now." Boll's smile became brighter and he said goodbye.
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"Father, why should we help Cyril? He is the most dishonest guy, and his words cannot be trusted." In the gorgeous carriage, a young man looked at Bowen with a puzzled expression.
"Cyril is just a fool who cannot be helped. As long as he becomes the head of the Moulton family, Moulton, this plump piece of fat, will be eaten by us sooner or later. In this case, why don't we help him. Bowen grinned and sneered, "One Hill is enough. If there is another Gloria, then our Marquis family will really have no future."
