Moreton Manor, in a quaint study room.
Cyril stood and looked at Geoffrey who was bent over a report. He said carefully, "Father, the matter of letting Gloria become a director of the Chamber of Commerce has caused a lot of dissatisfaction and discussion among the directors. Do you think we should give an explanation to the directors and remove Gloria from her position to appease the directors?"
"Dissatisfaction?" Geoffrey raised his head and looked at Cyril with some mockery. "Since when do I need to look at other people's faces when making decisions? Besides, who else would be dissatisfied with this matter other than you? "
Cyril's lips trembled and he slowly clenched his fist. He steeled his heart and looked at Geoffrey. "President, Gloria is only a woman after all. You only have one son left. If you continue to support Gloria and make me a joke, who will inherit Family Moreton and the Aden Chamber of Commerce in the future? Are you really willing to hand over the family to a woman who will be married off in the future? "
"You …" Geoffrey slammed the report in his hand on the table. He looked at the fearless Cyril who was staring straight at him. This unfilial thing actually dared to speak to him like this. Blood rushed to his head and he suddenly felt dizzy.
Cyril was initially still a little fearful, but upon seeing Jeffree's reaction, he was no longer fearful. A cold smile appeared on his face as he said, "Father, there's no way that Big Brother is going to inherit the family fortune. Family Moreton is such a big family property. If you don't want to see it fall into someone else's hands, then you should train me well. Only I can make Family Moreton prosper. "
"Get out! Get out! "Geoffrey picked up the report on the table and threw it at Cyril.
Cyril dodged to the side and looked at Cyril who was lying on the chair with his eyes closed. He bent down to pick up the report and put it back on the table. He smiled and said, "Since father is not feeling well, then I will take my leave. The Chamber of Commerce's year-end banquet is in a few days. I will propose to the board of directors that Gloria be kicked out of the board on that day."
After that, Cyril didn't wait for Geoffrey to get angry and quickly walked out of the door.
Geoffrey fumbled for a small bottle from the drawer and opened the cap with trembling hands. He raised his head and took a big gulp. After a while, he let out a long sigh. His flushed face gradually receded and he opened his eyes. His usually wise and dignified eyes were now filled with a trace of loneliness.
"Was I really in the wrong all those years ago?" Geoffrey looked out the window in a daze. In order to make Lance inherit the family business, he had forced him to do many things. In the end, Lance gave up his right to inherit the family business and became a teacher at Chaos School.
During all these years, in order to ensure that Family Moreton could continue to prosper, he had always been nurturing Cyril. He had placed a lot of hope on him and viewed him as his only successor.
With this identity, he naturally had nothing to fear. He ate, drank, and played, and didn't pay any attention to the management of the company.
Do I really have no choice but to hand over the family business to this kid? Geoffrey's brows furrowed as his heart wavered slightly. A figure then appeared in his mind.
"Gloria …" Geoffrey murmured to himself as he tapped his knuckles on the table. This little girl's recent performance had indeed surprised him. She had been able to turn the Suede textiles shop, which had been incurring losses for several years, into a profit so quickly. This was something that he didn't expect.
Prior to today, he had never seriously considered handing over the Family Moreton to Gloria.
"Heh, I'm still alive, and you dare to provoke me?" Geoffrey's expression became serious again as he chuckled coldly.
"If that old geezer Ian can hand over the Buffett Family to that little girl, Hill, then do you think I won't hand over the Moreton Family to Gloria? Instead of handing it over to that wastrel to wreak havoc in the family, why not hand it over to Gloria, who's more capable? That little girl is very meticulous and has good aptitude. With some nurturing, she won't be inferior to Lance. "
"Menard," Geoffrey yelled toward the door.
Menard pushed open the door and walked in.
"Go get Mars," Geoffrey instructed.
"Yes," Menard replied in a respectful manner before quickly departing.
…
"Mr. Cyril, did the conversation with the old man go well?" A middle-aged man stood in the pavilion of the Moreton Manor and smiled as he looked at Cyril, who was walking briskly toward him.
"Just as Family Head Bowen expected. Although the old man was very angry, he only told me to get lost. It seems that he really didn't want to hand over the Moreton Family and the Aden Chamber of Commerce to Gloria." Cyril chuckled in a carefree manner. He had been living under Jeffree's thumb for so many years, and he was finally able to hold his head high for once.
"Family Head Geoffrey has mocked Old Man Ian's decision to hand the Buffett Family over to Mr. Hill more than once. How could he hand over the family business to a daughter, especially a granddaughter of a generation? The position of the head of Family Moreton will definitely be yours, Mr. Cyril," Bowen said with a smile, as if he had expected this.
Cyril's face was full of joy as he looked at Bowen and said, "Family Head Bowen, you promised to help me fight for the position of the head of the family. The first step is to remove Gloria from her position at the year-end banquet. Will there be any problems with this?"
"Don't worry. The Marquis Family and the Dodges Family still have some influence in the Chamber of Commerce. Everyone knows that you will be the head of Family Moreton sooner or later. How could the directors not agree to your request? When the time comes, as long as half of the directors vote to remove Gloria, even the chairman won't be able to stop it."
Bowen stroked his beard as he looked at Cyril and said, "However, after this is done, what Mr. Cyril promised …"
"Don't worry, Family Head Bowen. As long as I can inherit Family Moreton's business and become the head of the family, I will definitely help you become the chairman of the Chamber of Commerce in the next election," Cyril said with a nod.
"Very good. Mr. Cyril is indeed a smart person. Then I will make a trip to the Dodges Family now." Bohr's smile became even brighter as he bid farewell and left.
…
"Father, why should we help Cyril? He is the most dishonest person. His words can't be trusted. "In the luxurious carriage, a young man looked at Bowen with a puzzled expression.
"Cyril is just an idiot who can't be helped. As long as he becomes the head of Family Moreton, this fat piece of meat will be eaten up by us sooner or later. Since that's the case, why don't we help him?" Bowen sneered. "One Scheer is enough. If there's another Gloria, then our Marquis Family really won't be able to make a name for themselves."
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