The journey to the north was very smooth. Yabemiya had already mastered excellent flying skills, and had excellent endurance. They arrived at the Blue Grassland in about three hours.
This time, they didn't go to the nomads' tribe. Instead, they found a flat area beside a river and pitched a few tents as their temporary shelter.
Breathing in the warm air of the grassland, looking at the blue sky and the sheep drinking by the river, Meg heaved a long sigh of relief. He hoped that such a beautiful place wouldn't be attacked by the devil.
"Father, I'm going to catch the sheep —" Amy's voice came from afar. She was like a little tiger pouncing on the sheep.
Ugly Duckling hopped behind her, and tried to surround the sheep from the side. It looked like a hunting cat.
However, before Ugly Duckling could do anything, Amy had already knocked one out with her stick, and dragged the two blue sheep back.
"Meow ~"
After Amy dragged the two sheep back to the tent, Ugly Duckling pretended to raise its paw and hit the sheep's head twice. Its paw was soft and harmless.
Meg went up to handle the two sheep with a smile. Soon, the open-air mutton barbecue began.
Eating freshly slaughtered mutton skewers on the grassland, the bliss brought by the beautiful scenery and the delicious food lessened a lot of the anxiety of leaving in a hurry.
Smiles gradually appeared on everyone's faces.
Meg stood beside the barbecue rack, and took a sip of beer as he looked at the sky in the south.
"Father, you should have some too." Amy held two mutton skewers, and tiptoed to him.
"Mm-hmm." Meg took the mutton skewers with a smile. He could only stay on the grassland for one night. He had to rush back to Chaos City tomorrow morning.
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"Young Mistress, Master wants you to go home immediately," Mars said to Gloria, who was flipping through the accounts, when he walked into the office.
"Now?" Gloria put down the accounts book, a little surprised.
"Yes. It seems to be something urgent." Mars nodded.
"Then I'll leave the rest of the accounts to you." Gloria stood up. Although she was puzzled, she still went out and got into the carriage that Mars had arranged for her.
In the Moreton Manor, Geoffrey looked at his clansmen gathered in the front yard, and said with a serious expression, "Go pack your things and prepare for a long trip."
"Going on a long trip?" Everyone was puzzled. Why did the Patriarch suddenly tell them to pack up and leave? And almost all of them?
"Father, why do you want us to travel so far away? You're not thinking of expelling us from the family, are you? "Cyril looked nervous, and even his voice was trembling.
Herty and Hernie immediately burst into tears. Due to their allowance being cut for the past two months, they had fallen from a rich family's status to that of an ordinary family's. If they were to be chased out of the house now, it would be too tragic.
When the other clansmen heard this, their complexions changed greatly. For a time, all kinds of pleading and questioning voices were mixed together with cries, making it seem particularly noisy.
"Shut up, all of you!" Jeffrey shouted in a deep voice.
Like a sudden clap of thunder, everyone immediately fell silent out of fear.
"Do whatever I say. If you don't do as I say, I'll expel you from the family today." Geoffrey's gaze swept across everyone present, and finally fixed on Cyril. His face was full of disappointment. "If your mother didn't stop me, I would've expelled you, you unfilial son, from the family long ago!"
Cyril lowered his head, and didn't dare to say anything more.
The others didn't dare to ask anything either. Geoffrey, who had single-handedly founded the Family Moreton, had the power to act arbitrarily in the family like a dictator.
"Go. You only have half an hour. Remember, each person can only bring one box," Geoffrey continued.
Everyone felt as if they had been pardoned, and left one after another.
"Why are we suddenly going on a long trip? Does Gloria know? "Debra, Lance, and Mickey walked towards their own yard, looking puzzled and worried.
"Then I'll go find my sister. Even if we have to leave, we have to bring her with us," Mickey volunteered.
"Master asked me to inform you that he's already sent someone to bring Miss Gloria back. She should be on her way now," an old servant walked over and said respectfully.
"Thank you." Lance nodded slightly, and led Debra and Mickey into his own yard.
"Pack up. Something must've happened. That's why Father asked everyone to pack up and leave in such a hurry," Lance said to Debra.
"Okay." Debra didn't ask any more questions. She took out four bamboo boxes from the storeroom, and began to separate the clothes and important items.
Gloria returned to the Moreton Manor. As soon as she entered, Geoffrey's old servant led her directly to the meeting room.
In the empty meeting room, only Geoffrey was sitting at the head of the table. Secretary Menard was standing at the side with a thick stack of documents in his hands.
"Sit opposite," Geoffrey said before Gloria could speak.
Gloria glanced at the seat on the other side of the long table. After a slight hesitation, she went forward and sat down.
In the quiet meeting room, Geoffrey looked at Gloria.
She looked at him with the same calm expression.
After a long silence, Geoffrey finally opened his mouth, and said in a deep voice, "I've decided to let you be the only successor of Family Moreton."
Gloria looked surprised. She and Mr. Meg had just started working together in the textile industry. The first batch of cotton yarn hadn't been completed yet, let alone turn the business around. Why would Geoffrey suddenly let her be the only successor?
However, she quickly controlled her expression. She wasn't stunned by the sudden surprise. Instead, she looked at Geoffrey in confusion and asked, "Grandfather, why did you choose me to be the only successor now?"
Although she had been working hard for this, she didn't want to be chosen for no reason. Perhaps this was Geoffrey's test?
Geoffrey looked at Gloria with a deep gaze, and said, "Because Family Moreton is facing an extremely dangerous disaster now. If the worst happens, I hope the person who can lead Family Moreton to the future is you, and only you."
"Disaster?" Gloria was still confused. Could it be that Cyril had caused some trouble again?
"You don't have to know too much about this now. Sign this inheritance certificate first, and then go back to pack your things. Prepare to leave Chaos City with your clansmen and go to the villa in Rodu. Chaos City is no longer safe now." Geoffrey shook his head.
Gloria shook her head, and said, "Although I don't know what happened, Suede's new clothes are going to be launched soon. The integration of the textile industry is also in the final stage. I'm afraid I can't leave Chaos City at this time."
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