Every year, the Aden Chamber of Commerce's mid-year party would be held in the banquet hall at the headquarters of the Aden Chamber of Commerce. The banquet hall was five to six meters tall and over ten thousand square meters, and could accommodate thousands of people at the same time.
The sky had just darkened, and the brightly lit banquet hall became the brightest star in Chaos City.
There were already many luxurious horse-drawn carriages parked outside the Aden Chamber of Commerce's headquarters. Pig-bellied rich businessmen led glitteringly dressed women down from their carriages, and exchanged pleasantries as they walked into the banquet hall.
Bright lights lit up the entire banquet hall. Orcs and demons chatted happily, humans and elves whispered and laughed softly. The waiters walked among the guests, and served them cups of wine that were as bright as amber.
The women had already started to compete with each other to see whose clothes were prettier. They called each other sisters on the surface, but their words were full of sarcasm. It was common practice to belittle each other and elevate oneself, and one of the main points of showing off was the tailor's work.
Of course, the best judgment was still the men's gazes. That didn't need any words.
The entrance of the banquet hall was set up a few meters higher than the banquet hall, and a flight of stairs extended from the top to the center of the banquet hall. After the emcee at the entrance confirmed the invitation, he would announce the guests' names and identities in a loud voice. It was also considered an appearance.
"The director of the Aden Chamber of Commerce, Cyril Moreton, has arrived."
The emcee's voice was drawn-out, but not harsh. Most people heard it.
The crowd's eyes lit up instantly, and they all looked towards the entrance of the banquet hall.
Cyril Moreton was the first in line to inherit Family Moreton.
Even though it was rumored that an unknown young mistress of the Moreton Family had suddenly become one of the candidates for the successor, in the eyes of most people, Cyril, who had already begun to gradually take over the Moreton Family business, was most likely to be the one at the helm of the Moreton Family.
Moreover, he could be at the helm of the Aden Chamber of Commerce in the future.
Although there had been some bad rumors about this young master over the years, most of the people present were old foxes who had been in the business world for a long time. Compared to benefits, they didn't care about the so-called reputation.
If they could talk to Young Master Cyril or get familiar with him, perhaps they would have a chance to go further in the future.
Cyril was wearing a set of lavish red and green robes, and he stood at the top of the stairs for a while. He was basking in the attention of everyone present, and he was feeling a little smug. If he became the leader of the Moreton Family, then he would definitely become the president of the Chamber of Commerce in the future.
As for Gloria, she was just a little girl.
Cyril strode down the steps with his chin slightly raised, and his wife and twin daughters followed behind him with their heads also held high and proud.
Today, Herty and Hernie were wearing dresses custom-made by the best tailor in Chaos City, Master Jack Quill. The gold and silver dresses were especially dazzling under the lights. The excessive white powder on their faces made them look a little strange, but they still attracted the attention of many women present.
"Young Master Cyril's daughters are so beautiful. Their dresses are even more beautiful."
"Isn't that so? It's obvious that they were made by Master Jack Quill. The twins look so perfect in them."
The guests were not stingy with their compliments at all.
Proud smiles appeared on Herty and Hernie's faces. This was the time of the year when they were the happiest.
With the golden brand of Family Moreton, they could easily become the center of attention and receive countless compliments at the banquet.
Before Cyril reached the end of the stairs, the emcee's voice sounded again, and this time, it was clearly a few degrees louder. "Buffett Banks' head manager, Miss Hill Buffett, has arrived."
Almost immediately, everyone's eyes turned to look at the entrance.
A woman in a red dress with flaming red lips stood at the top of the stairs. People could only look up at her.
Miss Hill Buffett.
A legendary name, a legendary woman.
If the 35-year-old Cyril still didn't know when he would become the real leader of Family Moreton, then Miss Hill, who had inherited the Buffett Family and the entire Buffett Banks at the age of 18, was undoubtedly many times better than him.
The bright red dress perfectly accentuated her skin. Her fair skin didn't need any makeup, and the well-tailored dress perfectly accentuated her slender yet voluptuous figure. Her wavy hair added a bit of sexiness to it, making people forget that she was just a young girl who had just turned eighteen.
"She's so beautiful. I think I should buy a red dress too."
"Yes, and her skin is so good! I think I can pinch water out of it. I wonder what she usually washes her face with. "
"I heard that Miss Hill is also going to participate in the election, but I don't know if she'll succeed."
"That's hard to say. Buffett Banks is getting more and more powerful. I heard that the king of the Roth Empire has agreed to protect the safety of Buffett Banks' caravans in the Roth Empire."
"Miss Hill is really the best among the younger generation of the four major families!"
The women discussed Miss Hill's outfit crazily, and the men couldn't help but praise her. They seemed to have forgotten about Cyril and his family.
All the attention disappeared in an instant. Cyril's face was a little dark. Some of the words were like slaps to his face in his ears.
The old man wasn't willing to relinquish his power, and he was still only a candidate to inherit the throne at the age of 35. Now, he was even placing Gloria in the same position as him. This was an insult to him. He quickened his pace and walked into the crowd.
Herty looked back at Miss Hill, and gritted her teeth. "That damned woman!"
Herty also turned back with a vicious expression, and said, "I curse that damned woman to miss a step and fall down the stairs."
However, as soon as she finished speaking, Hernie lost her footing in her high shoes and wobbled. She grabbed Herty and the two of them screamed and fell down five or six steps. They fell flat on their faces and caused a burst of laughter.
The two sisters were helped up by the servants. They didn't suffer any injuries, but their faces were bright red, and they wanted nothing more than to bury themselves in a hole.
Miss Hill looked down at the farce below with a faint smile. She didn't take it to heart, and slowly made her way into the banquet hall in an elegant and regal manner.
"Miss Hill has arrived, so the president and the city lord should be next, right?"
"That should be the case. There are rules about the order of entry."
All of the guests were discussing in low voices. It appeared that Miss Hill's red dress was the most popular this year. There were going to be many more women wearing red dresses on the streets of Chaos City in the coming days.
The emcee looked at the invitation card that he had just received, and hesitated momentarily before reading it aloud, "Mai … Mamy's boss, Meg has arrived."
"Hmm?"
Many people turned toward the exit.
"There's so much food!"
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