Chapter 1133

Moreton manor, in a simple study.

Cyril stood, looking at the desk, and Geoffrey, who was looking at the report, said cautiously: "father, let Gloria be the director of the chamber of Commerce, which has caused dissatisfaction and discussion of many directors. Do you think it is necessary to make an explanation to the directors, first remove Gloria's status as a director, and appease the directors?"

"Dissatisfied?" Geoffrey looked up at Cyril sarcastically. "When do I need to see someone else's face when I make a decision? Besides, besides you, who would be dissatisfied with this matter? "

Cyril's lips trembled, clenched his fist slowly, looked down at Geoffrey and said, "president, Gloria is only a woman after all. Now you have only one son left. If you continue to support Gloria like this and make me a joke, who can inherit the Molton family and Aden chamber of Commerce in the future? Are you really willing to give your family to a woman who will marry out later? "

"You..." the report book in Jeffrey's hand was heavily patted on the table by him. Looking at him, Cyril, who had no fear, dared to talk to him like this. His blood rushed to his head, and he felt dizzy.

Cyril, who was still a little afraid, was already fearless when he saw Jeffrey's reaction. He sneered and said, "father, elder brother, he will never inherit the family property. His eyes are only his students. If you don't want to see him fall into other people's hands, you'd better cultivate me. Only I can make the prosperity of the Molton family continue. "

"Go away! Get out of here Geoffrey picked up the report book on the desk and threw it at Cyril.

Cyril turned aside and looked at Cyril, who was lying on the chair with closed eyes. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He bent down to pick up the newspaper and put it back on the table. He said with a smile, "since my father is not well, I will leave first. In a few days, it will be the year-end dinner of the chamber of Commerce. I will ask the Council to vote on that day and kick Gloria out of the Council."

After that, Cyril walked out of the door without waiting for Geoffrey to get angry again.

Geoffrey groped for a small bottle from the drawer, shook his hands, unscrewed the lid, and took a long drink. After a while, he took a long breath. His red face faded away. His open eyes, usually wise and dignified eyes, were a little lonely.

"In those days, did I really do something wrong?" Geoffrey looked out of the window a little preoccupied. In order to let lance inherit his family, he forced him to do a lot of things, which eventually led him to give up his inheritance and become a teacher in chaos school.

Over the years, in order to make the prosperity of the Molton family continue, he has been cultivating Cyril, placing a lot of hope on him, and almost regarded him as the only successor.

With this level of identity, he naturally has no fear, eat, drink and play, and does not put his heart into the management of the company.

"Do you really have to give the family to this boy?" Jeffrey frowned, a little shaken in his heart, and a figure leaped into his mind.

"Gloria..." Geoffrey said softly, with her knuckles on the table. The recent performance of Nizi really surprised him. She was able to make a quick profit for the Dylan cloth shop, which had been losing money for several years in a row, and brought a super high profit margin, which he had never expected.

Before today, he had never really considered letting Gloria inherit the Molton family.

"Oh, smelly boy, I'm still alive. I dare to challenge you in front of me." Jeffrey's eyes became serious again, and he gave a cold smile.

"Since Ian, the dead old man, can give the buffet family to hill, do you think I won't give Molton to Gloria? Instead of leaving it to the black sheep's family, why not give it to the more capable Gloria? That girl has a good heart and talent. If she is trained a little, she will not be worse than Lance. "

"Bernard." Geoffrey called in the direction of the door.

Bernard pushed the door in.

"Go ahead and call Mars." Said Jeffrey.

"Yes." Said Bernard respectfully, turning and trotting away.

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"Mr. Cyril, how was the conversation with the old man?" Said a middle-aged man, standing in the pavilion of Morton manor, looking at Cyril, who was walking fast, with a smile.

"As expected by the Bowen patriarch, although the old man was very angry, he just told me to go away. It seems that he never thought of giving Molton and Aden's chamber of Commerce to Gloria." Cyril said with a happy smile that he had been living under the pressure of Geoffrey for so many years. Today, he was elated.

"Patriarch Jeffrey has more than once mocked Ian's decision to hand over the buffet family to hill. How could he hand over the family business to a daughter, who is also a granddaughter a generation away? The position of patriarch of the Morton family must be Mr. Cyril's." Bowen said with a smile, an expression of anticipation.

Cyril looked at Bowen with a happy face and said, "chief Bowen, you have promised to help me fight for the position of chief. The first step is to remove Gloria at the year-end banquet. Is this going to be ok?"

"Don't worry, my Marquis family and dodge family still have some influence in the chamber of Commerce, and we all know that you will be the head of the Molton family sooner or later. If you ask for it, there is no reason why the directors will not agree. At that time, as long as half of the directors vote to remove Gloria, even the president can't stop it."

Bowen touched his beard, looked at Cyril and said, "but after it's done, what Mr. Cyril promised..."

"Don't worry, patriarch Bowen. As long as I can inherit the family business of the Molton family and become the owner of the family, the next election of the chamber of Commerce will help you become the president of the chamber of Commerce." Said Cyril, nodding.

"Well, Mr. Cyril is really a smart man. I'll go to the Dodgers now." Bohr's smile grew brighter and he left.

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"Father, why should we help Cyril? He is the most dishonest guy. His words are not credible. " In the gorgeous carriage, a young man looked at Bowen with a puzzled face.

"Cyril is just a fool who can't be helped. As long as he becomes the head of the Molton family, we will eat this plump meat of Molton sooner or later. In this case, why don't we help him?" Bowen grinned coldly. "One hill is enough. If we have another Gloria, then we Marquis family will not be able to make the best of it."