"Mr. Meg should be closed for business by now, right? I don't know if I'll disturb him if I go over now. "Gloria thought to herself as she closed her eyes to rest in the carriage.
Her beautiful face couldn't hide the tiredness she was feeling.
A few days ago, Geoffrey officially announced that she was the sole heir of Family Moreton and delegated her power to take over the family's affairs.
Moreover, Geoffrey personally trained her and gave her all kinds of support so that she could quickly establish her authority in the family business.
However, for a newbie who had just started to learn about business management in recent months, even though she tried very hard to digest all the information, she still felt like she wasn't strong enough.
She didn't sleep last night and took care of some business this morning. She planned to go to Mamy's to chat with Mr. Meg for a while. Even if it was just a cup of tea with him, it might be able to calm her down a little.
"Miss, we've arrived at Mamy's." The carriage stopped and the coachman's voice came from outside.
"Okay." Gloria stood up and got off the carriage.
"A month's leave?" Three minutes later, Gloria stood in front of the restaurant and looked at the notice hanging on the door. She was a little surprised and disappointed.
Mamy Restaurant closed its doors without any warning, and it was closed for an entire month.
Gloria was inexplicably disappointed. It was like a very important person had suddenly left and didn't even say goodbye to her.
After standing in front of the restaurant in silence for a long time, Gloria sat on the bench outside the restaurant for a long time.
About half an hour later, Gloria suddenly stood up and turned to look at Mamy's sign that was shining brightly under the sun. She had a bright smile on her face.
"Mr. Meg said that life is our own. Only we can control and make decisions. Since I've chosen this path, then I'll walk it without hesitation." Gloria turned and walked to the carriage. She had regained her calm and confidence and the tiredness on her face was gone.
"To the Suede factory." Gloria got on the carriage and ordered.
… …
"Sigh, what's going on? Why is there a war in such a peaceful world?" Abraham stood beside the carriage and sighed as he looked at the servants who were moving various items onto the flying mounts.
A horse galloped over from afar.
"He's here!" Abraham's eyes lit up, and he looked on with anticipation as the knight approached him from the distance.
Abraham looked at the empty-handed knight and frowned. "Where's the breakfast?"
"My Lord Duke, Mamy's has closed for the day. The notice hanging on the door says that the children are on vacation, so they need to go out to play and collect materials. They will be closed for a month," the knight said nervously.
"There's such a thing?!" Abraham's eyes widened upon hearing this. He didn't think that his last breakfast after leaving Chaos City would be gone.
"However, Mr. Mak dotes on Little Boss the most, so there's nothing wrong with taking the children out to play during the holidays. It's just that those customers who are already addicted to Mamy's have to suffer." Abraham sighed, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
"Hehe, if I can't eat it, then you can't eat it either. My mood is much better now that I think about it." Abraham climbed onto the carriage, and said, "Let's go!"
"My Lord Duke, what about your breakfast?"
"Is there anything worth eating in Chaos City other than Mamy's? I'll eat it when we get back to Rodu. "Abraham's voice sounded from the carriage.
… …
"My Lord, Mamy's has suddenly announced that they will be closing for a month. Mr. Mak took Little Boss out to play and collect materials," Dicus said after he finished reporting to Michael.
"They're closing for a month?" Michael looked up from the pile of documents he was reading, and looked at Dicus with surprise.
"Yes. This is the first time Mamy's has closed for such a long period of time." Dicus nodded, and said with admiration, "Only a chef with superb culinary skills like Mr. Mak would dare to close a restaurant for a month when business is at its peak just to take the children out to play."
"Mm-hm." Michael looked at the documents in front of him again. He was afraid that Meg didn't just take the children out to play this time. The news of the massacre of the entire family of the officials from the Ministry of War in Rodu had reached Meg yesterday, and he closed the restaurant today. There must be some connection between the two.
However, Michael didn't probe further. He wasn't in a position to tell Alex and Irina what to do, let alone report to him.
"Oh, yes, my Lord. In the morning paper sent back from the Twilight Forest today, Auster announced that the Aug Tribe was responsible for the Rodu Massacre, and gave a stern warning to the Roth Empire. If the Roth Empire dares to invade the Twilight Forest again, they will be attacked even more severely." Dicus pulled out an urgent letter from a pile of secret letters.
"This idiot?!" Michael took the letter, and read it with a frown.
"You don't think it was the orcs who did it?" Dicus was a little surprised by Michael's reaction. The orcs should be the ones who had the most motive and power to do this, and Auster admitted it himself.
"Although Auster isn't very smart, he can't even take care of himself now. How would he have the ability to organize a massacre in Rodu?" Michael shook his head.
"Then why did he admit it?"
"This idiot most likely wants to absorb those tribes that left the war, so he forced himself to admit it. Anyway, looking at the current situation, the Roth Empire shouldn't take the risk of being attacked by all the other tribes to launch another war on the Twilight Forest," Michael said in a low voice.
"But if that's the case, the Roth Empire will be riled up, and Andre will have a legitimate reason to deploy his troops. It won't be difficult for him to take down the Aug Tribe again." Dicus also frowned when he heard that.
Michael put down the secret letter in his hand, and said to Dicus, "Get ready. I'm going to write a letter to the Falk Tribe. It's the truce period now, and all parties have to deal with things calmly. Once the situation goes out of control, the Norland Continent might be dragged into a new round of racial war. By then, no one would be able to turn the tables."
…
Vanessa, who was sitting by the window, put down the gourmet magazine in her hand, and held the heater in her hand. She looked at the barren branches outside the courtyard wall, and worriedly said, "I heard something big happened outside. I wonder how the situation is. It's so worrying …"
Lora placed a plate of snacks in front of Vanessa, and softly said, "Princess, you're not thinking of running out again, are you?"
"Nonsense. Am I such an insensible person?" Vanessa widened her eyes, and pretended to be fierce. However, her widened eyes made her look even cuter.
"Of course not." Lora nodded.
"Lora, look at this dessert box. It's big and round. Doesn't it look like the basin of the hot pot …?"
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