Chapter 1789

The journey to the North was very smooth. She had mastered excellent flying skills and had excellent endurance. In about three hours, the group arrived at the blue grassland.

This time, instead of looking for the herdsman tribe, they found a flat place near the water on the grassland and built several tents as temporary shelters.

Breathing the warm and sober air on the grassland, looking at the blue sky and the sheep drinking by the river in the distance, MEG breathed a long breath, hoping that such a beautiful place would not be poisoned by the devil.

"Father, I'm going to catch the sheep." Amy's voice came from a distance, like a little tiger rushing to the sheep.

The ugly duckling hopped behind her and tried to surround the sheep from the side. It was quite like cat hunting.

However, without waiting for the ugly duckling to work hard, Amy had already stepped forward and knocked one unconscious, dragging two blue sheep back.

"Meow ~"

When Amy dragged the two sheep back to the tent, the ugly duckling pretended to come forward, raised her little paw and hit the sheep twice on the head. Her soft paw was harmless.

McGonagall went forward with a smile and began to deal with the two sheep. It wasn't long before the barbecue began.

The happiness brought by eating open-air lamb kebabs, beautiful scenery and delicious food on the grassland has weakened the anxiety of leaving in a hurry.

People's faces are gradually showing a smile.

MEG stood by the grill, took a sip from his beer glass and looked at the South sky.

"Have some, father." Amy grabs two kebabs and tiptoes them over.

"Well." MEG took the mutton kebab with a smile. He could only stay on the grassland for one night. He had to go back to the chaotic city tomorrow morning.

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"Miss, the master told you to go home now." Mars walked into the office and looked at Gloria, who was looking through the accounts.

"Now?" Gloria put down her account book. She was surprised.

"Yes, there seems to be something urgent." Mars nodded.

"Then the rest of the accounts will have to be checked by you." Gloria got up. Though puzzled, she went out and got into the carriage arranged by Mars.

At Morton manor, Geoffrey looked at the people gathered in the front yard and said with a dignified look, "go and pack up and get ready for a long journey."

"Far away?" The people were puzzled. Why did the patriarch suddenly let them pack up and leave? And almost all the people?

"Father, why do you want us to go far? You're not trying to get us out of the house, are you Cyril's face was tense, even his voice trembled.

Heti and Henie immediately cried. In the past two months, because their pocket money has been cut, they have changed from a rich lady to a poor family. If they are to be driven out of the house now, it will be very miserable.

Other people's faces also changed greatly when they heard the speech. For a moment, all kinds of voices of asking for help and crying mixed together, which made them very noisy.

"Shut up Jeffrey drank in a deep voice.

Such as thunder, people immediately silent.

"You will do whatever I say. If you don't do what I say, I'll drive you out of the house today." Geoffrey's eyes swept over all the people present, and finally nailed to Cyril's body, with a face full of hatred: "if your mother hadn't stopped me, I would have driven you out of the house!"

Cyril bowed her head, and was too submissive to say more.

Others dare not ask any more. Jeffrey, who created the Molton family, has dictatorial power in the family.

"Go ahead, you only have half an hour. Remember, you can only carry one box each." Jeffrey continued.

The people left as if they were pardoned.

"Why do you want to go away all of a sudden? Does Gloria know the news Debra, lance and Mickey walked towards their yard, puzzled and worried.

"Then I'll go to my sister, and even if I want to leave, I'll let her go with us." Mickey volunteered.

"The master asked me to let you know that he had sent for Miss Gloria to come back. She should be on her way now." An old servant came up and said respectfully.

"Thank you." Lance nodded slightly and led Debra and Mickey into his yard.

"Pack up, what should have happened, that's why father asked everyone to pack up and leave so urgently." Lance said, looking at Debra.

"All right." Debra didn't ask much. She took out four bamboo boxes from the utility room and began to separate clothes and important items.

Gloria returned to the Morton manor. As soon as she entered, she was welcomed directly to the Council hall by the old servant beside Geoffrey.

Jeffrey was the only one sitting on the throne in the empty chamber, and Secretary General Bernard stood aside with a thick paper in his hand.

"Sit opposite." Before Gloria could speak, Jeffrey said.

Gloria looked at the other end of the table, hesitated, and sat down.

In the quiet chamber, Geoffrey looks at Gloria.

She also looked at him calmly.

After a long silence, Jeffrey finally spoke and said in a low voice, "I've decided to make you the only heir to the Morton family."

Gloria's face showed a look of surprise. Her cooperation with Mr. McGonagall in the textile industry has just started. The first batch of cotton yarn has not yet been sold, let alone turning the business around. Why did Jeffrey suddenly let her become the only successor.

However, she soon managed her expression, but she was not stunned by the surprise. Instead, she looked at Jeffrey and said, "grandfather, why do you choose to let me be the only successor now?"

Although she has been working hard for this, she doesn't want to get the quota inexplicably. Maybe this is Jeffrey's test?

Geoffrey looked at Gloria with deep eyes: "because the Molton family is now facing an extremely dangerous disaster. If there is the worst situation, I hope you are the one who leads the Molton family to go on, and it can only be you."

"Disaster?" Gloria was still puzzled. Could it be that Cyril was in trouble?

"You don't need to know too much about this matter now. You should sign the inheritance certificate first, and then go back to pack up your things. You are ready to leave the chaotic city with the clan and go to the other garden of Luodu. Now the chaotic city is no longer safe." Said Geoffrey, shaking his head.

"I don't know what happened, but the new model of Dailan will be on the market soon, and the integration of the textile industry has reached the final stage. I'm afraid I can't leave the chaotic city at this time." Gloria shook her head.