Chapter 837

Cyril stood in front of the blacksmith's shop with a satisfied face, watching the team carefully checking the bill in the blacksmith's shop, comparing with the rest of the debt, consciously winning.

No matter what his ability is, Jeffrey has no choice, so he can only inherit the Molton family.

From the beginning of this competition, he was destined to be the winner, because he knew Jeffrey and his rigid and arrogant father. He would never hand over the empire he created to a woman to inherit, just like he had mocked old Warren Buffett for many times. He would never allow himself to become such a person.

Think of here, the smile on Cyril's face is more thick, it seems that he has seen the future of the city of chaos.

Kerry stood aside with a smiling face, and his eyes were also full of light. He had been in the blacksmith shop for half of his life, and he never got any promotion opportunities, and he didn't bother to take care of the blacksmith shop's business, so Kerry's blacksmith shop would go to the level of loss step by step.

But now it's different. He's holding Cyril's thigh.

When he becomes the leader of the Morton family and even the leader of the Aden chamber of Commerce, he will be able to rise to the top of the world. He will no longer have to guard a blacksmith shop and become a real upper class man in the chaotic city.

The employees of the blacksmith shop are also a little excited. They don't know how to fight. But they know that the business of the blacksmith shop is unexpectedly good this month, and their salary will be indispensable. They can have a three-day holiday from tomorrow, and they can receive a big red envelope, which is enough to make them happy all day.

In half an hour.

The audit team sealed the account book, locked it in an iron box, and came out of the blacksmith shop in turn.

The middle-aged man in the black coat looked at Cyril and said, "master Cyril, the bill has been checked. Now please come back with us to the manor where the master will announce the result of the competition."

"What are you waiting for? Let's go!" Cyril said with a smile, and went to the gorgeous carriage on one side, and stepped on the kneeling Kerry's back.

The censors got into two carriages and drove towards Morton hall.

Almost the same time, the censors in the Dailan cloth art shop also walked out of the shop. Although the people kept calm on their faces, they were shocked in their eyes.

The leading middle-aged man came forward and said respectfully, "Miss Gloria, now please come back to the manor with us. The president will announce the result of the competition there."

The eyes of the censors looking at Gloria also changed a little, and they were in awe.

Gloria nodded her head with a smile and said, "all right, everyone first."

After the censors got into the carriage, Gloria turned to Mars and said, "Mars, follow me to the manor."

But Mars shook his head and said, "I don't think it's time yet. Go, miss."

Gloria looked at Mars, thought about it, nodded with a smile and said, "I think it's fast."

Mars also had a smile on his face.

The three carriages left Dylan and headed for Morton manor.

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The hall of Morton manor. It's going to be very busy.

Mrs. Dennis was sitting in front of her with her eyes closed. Her thin cheeks looked sharp. Obviously, she was not an easy old lady.

Geoffrey's third daughter, Aurora, was curled up in the chair. Her broad clothes still couldn't hide her skull like figure. Her deep eye socket made people feel a little scared. Her white hair had lost a lot. She looked like an old lady with a banter smile on her face.

Cyril's twin daughters, dressed in gorgeous skirts, looked at the LANs family sitting opposite, their faces full of schadenfreude.

"There's nothing like that. How can a father lose to a girl who hasn't even touched money?" Henny said with some disdain.

"That's to say, I don't think grandfather should play this game. Anyway, there won't be any accident in the result. On the contrary, he let others see the joke." Hetty echoed.

"Shh, don't talk nonsense." Sitting beside them, Aviva, who was well maintained, said, but her face didn't mean half scolding, and she also wore a proud smile.

Lance's family sat on the opposite chair, Lance's hand holding a book, calmly looking at, it seems that did not hear people's words.

Mickey glared angrily at Hetty and Henny, and tried to make a sound several times, but Mrs. Debra's hand kept gently holding his wrist, and her eyes kept signaling him not to be impulsive.

There was no resentment on Debra's face, but a smile of satisfaction. She thought silently in her heart, "even if she fails, it's a very good experience for Gloria. The child has grown up, and no longer needs to feel inferior for herself and close herself up."

"Here comes the master."

Outside came the voice of the housekeeper.

Hetty and Henie all of a sudden gathered and laughed, and sat on the chair cleverly. Although they were plain, they looked like ladies of a family.

Aurora, who was paralyzed in the chair, sat up straight all of a sudden. There was a gleam in her listless eyes, like a few years younger, but with some fear in her eyes.

Lance put down his book and sat down.

Mickey also straightened his chest and sat upright in the chair, not daring to move.

Old lady Denise opened her eyes.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became oppressive and tense.

Jeffrey walks in slowly from the door. He takes a look at lance first. Then he pauses on Mickey for a moment. He directly skips Hetty and Henny. When he sweeps Aurora, he goes straight to the first place and sits down.

Neglected Hetty and Henie look at Mickey fiercely, but they don't dare to say anything.

The hall was quiet, everyone was afraid to make a sound, and the atmosphere was a little oppressive.

Six carriages stopped outside Morton manor.

Cyril jumped out of the carriage and looked at Gloria, who walked down the wooden ladder gracefully. She said with disdain, "isn't this my excellent niece? It's amazing that the president can make an exception to give you a chance to challenge me, but it's a pity that even if he gives you a chance, it doesn't seem to have any effect on the result. "

Gloria looked at Cyril and said with a smile, "how could uncle Cyril be standing here with me now without any influence?"

The smile on Cyril's face froze, and he shook his hand and said, "I'd like to see if you can still speak like this for a while. Let the president give you another chance!" He turned and walked quickly towards the manor.

"You should say that to yourself." Gloria's mouth showed a smile and walked towards the manor.