Chapter 638

Every year's Mid Year Party of Aden chamber of commerce is held in the banquet hall of Aden chamber of Commerce headquarters. The grand banquet hall, which is five or six meters high and tens of thousands of square meters, can accommodate thousands of people at the same time.

Just as it was getting dark, the brightly lit ballroom became the most dazzling star in the city of chaos.

Many luxurious carriages have been parked outside the headquarters of the chamber of Commerce. The well-to-do businessmen with big bellies lead the well-dressed golden women out of the carriages and greet each other and walk towards the banquet hall.

Bright lights lit up the entire banquet hall, orcs and Demons talking, humans and elves whispering, waiters passing between the guests, handed a cup of amber bright wine.

Women have begun to compete with each other in order to find out who is more beautiful in their clothes. Their faces are matched by sisters, but their words are mixed with guns. It's just a conventional way to belittle each other and raise themselves. The tailor's hand is also one of the key points to show off.

Of course, the best judgment is men's eyes, which don't need any words to modify.

The entrance of the banquet hall is several meters higher than that of the banquet hall. A step extends from top to bottom into the banquet hall. After the emcee standing at the door confirms the invitation, he will announce the names and identities of the guests, which is also an appearance.

"Cyril Morton, director of the Aden chamber of Commerce, is here."

The sound of the master of ceremonies is long but not harsh, which has been introduced into most people's ears.

All of a sudden, the eyes of the crowd brightened and looked towards the door of the banquet hall.

Cyril Morton was the first in line heir to the Morton family.

Although it is said that a little-known young lady of the Molton family suddenly became one of the candidates for succession some time ago, in most people's eyes, Cyril, who has gradually taken over the business of the Molton family, is most likely to be the helmsman of the ship.

Moreover, it may be the leader of Aden chamber of Commerce in the future.

Although it's not very good to have some rumors about the young master over the years, most of the people present are doggies in the shopping malls. Compared with their interests, the so-called reputation is not what they care about.

If you can have a few words with master Cyril or get familiar with him, maybe you will have a chance to go further in the future.

Cyril, dressed in a red and green suit, stood on the top step for a while, feeling the whole audience's attention. He was a little bit elated. If he became the head of the Morton family, the future president of Aden chamber of Commerce would be him.

As for Gloria, she was just a little girl.

Cyril walked down the steps with his chin slightly raised, his wife and two twin daughters behind him, with the same haughty head raised.

What Hetty and Henie are wearing today is a skirt made for them by master Jacquel, the best tailor in the city of chaos. The gold and silver skirts are particularly dazzling under the light, but the excessive white powder lining on their faces is strange, but it also attracts the attention of many women present.

"Master Cyril's two ladies are very beautiful, and the skirt is even more beautiful."

"It's true. It seems that it was made by master Jacquel. The two twin ladies are just a couple of beauties."

The guests were not stingy of their praise.

Hetty and Henie's face showed a little proud smile, this time of year, is their happiest time.

With the golden signboard of the Molton family, they can easily become the focus of the banquet and get countless praise.

"Ms. Hill Buffett, the chief manager of the buffet bank, is here." Cyril has not gone to the end, the voice of the master of ceremonies sounded again, and significantly improved a few degrees.

Almost all of a sudden, everyone's eyes looked up at the entrance.

Dressed in a red skirt, flaming red lips, the woman standing on the highest step can only be looked up to.

Hill Buffett.

A legendary name, a legendary woman.

If Cyril, 35, doesn't know when he will become the real helmsman of the Molton family, hill, who inherited the family and the whole buffet bank at the age of 18, is undoubtedly countless times better than him.

The bright red skirt perfectly sets off her skin. Her tender white skin doesn't need any makeup. The appropriately cut style just perfectly presents her slim but plump figure. Her big wavy hair adds a bit of sexiness, which makes people forget that she is just a girl of 18 years old.

"It's beautiful. I feel like I'm going to buy a red skirt, too."

"Yes, and her skin is really good! I feel like I can squeeze out water. I don't know what she usually uses to wash her face. "

"I heard that Miss Hill is going to run for president this time, but I don't know if she will succeed."

"It's possible that now the buffet bank is more and more powerful. It's said that the king of Los Empire has agreed to protect the safety of the buffet bank's caravan in the territory of Los empire."

"Miss Hill is really the best of the younger generation of the four families!"

The women talked wildly about Hill's dress, while the men couldn't help admiring, as if they had forgotten the cyrils who were still praising.

All the attention was gone. Cyril's face was a little dark. Some words were heard in his ears as if they were hitting him in the face.

The old man refused to delegate power. He was still only a candidate for succession at the age of 35. Now he put Gloria in the same position as him. It was an insult to him. He stepped up a few steps and walked like a crowd.

Hetty looked back at hill, gritted her teeth and said, "this damned woman!"

"I curse this dead woman for stepping on the air and falling down." Henny also turned back with a vicious look on her face.

As a result, as soon as the words were finished, Henny's high shoes were not steady, and she shook them. They grabbed her. They fell down from the five or six steps with a scream, and a dog bit the mud, which caused a burst of laughter.

The two sisters were helped up by the waiter and were not hurt, but their faces were red. It was a shame to find a way to get in.

Hill took a look at the farce below, gave a little smile, didn't care at all, and walked slowly towards the banquet hall, elegant and noble.

"Miss Hill is here, and then the president and the city Lord are coming, aren't they?"

"According to the Convention, it should be like this, but there are rules about the order of entering."

It seems that Miss Hill's red dress is the most popular one at this year's dinner. It is estimated that there will be many more women in red dress on the streets of the chaotic city in the next period of time.

"McGonagall, McGonagall's here." The emcee looked at the invitation he had just received, hesitated for a moment, and read it out.

"Well?"

Many people looked at the exit.

"A lot to eat!"

A half elf girl in a pink Hanfu opened her eyes and looked down. She said excitedly.