"Wow! What an adorable little girl! "
"Her dress is so beautiful, and the style is so strange. It looks like a dress, but it also looks like a dress. I've never seen anything like this before!"
"That's right. It looks very elegant and slender. I don't know which tailor made this, but I want to make one too!"
"What's that in her arms? Was it an orange kitten? A new breed? How come I've never seen it before? "
All of the aunties in the crowd immediately erupted with excitement as they turned to Amy, who was standing on the highest level of the stage.
Not only was this dress beautiful, but it was also very unique in style. Only a dress like this would make her the center of attention.
Of course, some of the aunties were still aware of the fact that such a pink dress was so adorable.
"Amy's!" Goodenia, who was chatting with someone with a glass of wine in his hand, abruptly turned around, and his gaze fell upon Meg. He clenched his fists as he took two deep breaths, and a cold smile appeared on his face as he said, "Aren't half-elves just half-breeds? Since when did our Aden Chamber of Commerce allow half-breeds to attend our banquets?"
"Yeah, I've heard of Amy's. It seems to be quite popular in the Aden Square recently, but I don't think it's a member of our Aden Chamber of Commerce." The fat merchant beside him was also confused.
"Not only that, but the owner of this restaurant told me that he would never join our Aden Chamber of Commerce in his life, and that he was going to watch our Aden Chamber of Commerce go bankrupt." Goodenia scoffed.
"Then how did he get an invitation? Did he come here uninvited? "someone else asked.
A small commotion quickly spread through the crowd.
"That's the Meg who's ruined my plans time and time again?" Cyril also turned to look at Meg with furrowed brows. Devoe was still locked up in the Bastie Prison, and the Aden Square food competition rankings were no longer under his control. And all of this was because of this guy.
Meg stroked Amy's hair. As expected, the only thing in her eyes was food.
Looking down, Meg looked at the dense crowd below and raised an eyebrow. He held Amy's little hand and walked down.
It seemed that he had misunderstood the fashion trends of this world's banquets. Generally, men wore luxurious long robes that covered their bodies like cylinders, regardless of their figures. Some looked like walking cylinders, and the difference between them was a variety of colorful colors.
However, he had seen all kinds of parties in his previous life, so he was naturally able to handle this kind of situation.
As for those unkind gazes that were directed at the father and daughter pair, he did not care at all.
Before he came, he was already mentally prepared. Among the rules of the Aden Chamber of Commerce, there was a rule against half-breeds. Many of them were not kind to half-breeds.
Now, it seemed that this deduction was completely correct.
Other than coming to see the people on the Hill, the more important reason he came today was to clash with this stubborn big guy.
Meg held Amy's hand, and just as they walked into the banquet hall, Cyril came up to them. He glanced at Amy, and then looked at Meg with disdain. "You're the boss of Amy's?"
"Wow! Father, I want to eat that biscuit! " Amy called out happily as she shook Meg's hand and pointed at the biscuit on a waiter's plate.
"Meow!" Ugly Duckling also called out excitedly when it heard that there was food.
"Alright, I'll get it for you." Meg smiled dotingly and ignored Cyril. He waved at the waiter, and said, "Waiter, give me that."
"You dare to ignore me?" Cyril's voice was a little cold. In Chaos City, there were very few people who dared to ignore him like this.
Amy put her hands on her hips, and looked at Cyril with a serious expression as she said, "How dare you be so fierce to my father. Who … who do you think you are?"
The surrounding crowd burst into laughter upon hearing this. Everyone was doing their best to control the laughter on their faces. This little girl's tone and mannerisms were far too amusing, but they didn't want to offend Cyril, so many of them were blushing with embarrassment.
Cyril's face darkened. He looked at Amy and laughed out of anger. "Heh, you half-—"
"You're not young anymore. Do you have to fight over a biscuit with a kid?" Meg took a small plate of biscuits from the waiter's hand and handed it to Amy, interrupting Cyril.
"I …" Cyril was momentarily at a loss for words.
"If you want it, just say it. If you don't say it, how will the waiter know that you want it? But if you want to snatch it from a kid, I don't think that's a good idea," Meg continued.
"You big baddie who wants to snatch the biscuit, don't come over!" Amy hid the biscuit behind her back, and looked at Cyril warily as if she was really guarding against him snatching the biscuit.
The laughter in the crowd became louder and louder. Those who were still trying to hold back their laughter could no longer hold it in.
Cyril's face darkened as he listened to the laughter. He looked at Meg, and sneered, "Since when are pets and half-elves allowed to be brought to the Aden Chamber of Commerce's banquet? Furthermore, your restaurant is not part of the Aden Chamber of Commerce, and it's not a good development target. Why are you here? Your invitation letter is fake, right? "
The laughter in the crowd gradually died down, and people began to whisper among themselves.
The Aden Chamber of Commerce's mid-year banquet wasn't a very serious banquet, but under normal circumstances, only members of the chamber of commerce and their families, as well as some potential members of the chamber of commerce, would be invited.
Just as Cyril had said, with Meg's qualifications, there was no way that he could have been invited.
If his invitation letter was fake, then he and his daughter would most likely be kicked out of the banquet, and become the biggest laughingstock of the day.
A hint of a smile appeared on Cyril's face as he looked at Meg with a mocking expression, and said, "I don't know what you're trying to do. Perhaps you want to use this opportunity to rise to the top, but you don't deserve to stand here with a fake invitation letter. Guards, throw these two freeloaders out!"
A few burly orc guards surrounded them from all sides, and were about to make a move.
"Father, are these guys all here to steal my biscuit?" Amy hung Ugly Duckling from her dress, and held onto her wand with one hand.
"Guys like them should be taught a lesson. Otherwise, everyone will try to sneak in and freeload off of us in the future." Goodenia chuckled, and the fat on his chubby face jiggled as he felt a sense of satisfaction.
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