"Dean Haider, I'm sorry to disturb you so late at night." In front of an old courtyard covered with creepers, Hill looked at Haider apologetically.
"How could that be? Miss Hill has always supported our research. Of course, such a small matter is not a problem." Haider hurriedly waved his hand. He looked at Hill and hesitated for a moment before saying, "But, Miss Hill asked those questions just now. Does it mean that someone has already developed a steam engine?"
"I'm not sure about this yet. If I get the exact information, I'll inform you as soon as possible." Hill said with a smile.
"Okay, if someone has really developed a steam engine, that's also something to be happy about." Haider nodded with a smile.
Hill looked at Haider and said with some puzzlement, "Dean, you've been researching and experimenting for so many years. If someone has already developed a steam engine, won't you feel sad?"
"Why would I feel sad? We've been researching this for many years, but we haven't been able to make any breakthroughs. Mr. Mag did give us some suggestions not long ago, but we're still very far from being able to produce a usable product. If someone can produce a steam engine now, then that would be a massive breakthrough, and something worthy of celebration. "Hydle shook his head with a smile.
"Dean, if you have any research topics in the future and need funds, you can come to me." Hill also smiled and nodded slightly.
"Then I'll thank Miss Hill first." Haider smiled and nodded.
"Then I'll take my leave first." Hill got into the carriage and the coachman drove the carriage slowly away.
"If someone has really developed a steam engine, it proves that our efforts over the years were not wrong. I just don't know who has developed it. When Miss Hill sends back the news, I must go and ask for advice." Haider stood at the door and said to himself.
"This is a real researcher. I hope Mr. Meg didn't use the things they've been researching for many years to fool me." Hill whispered to herself as she looked at the curtain of the carriage.
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Moreton Manor, in a study filled with account books on wooden shelves.
Cyril looked at Geoffrey, who was being helped by the housekeeper to change his clothes. His expression was somewhat agitated as he said, "Father, that damned girl Gloria colluded with Mr. Hill at the banquet today and made Family Moreton lose face. Furthermore, she made the decision to donate without permission and completely disregarded the family property.
Moreover, today, she and Meg behaved indecently and protected each other. I'm afraid that they have an improper relationship. I don't think she's suitable to continue being the successor of Family Moreton and the owner of the Suede Textiles Store. "
"Pa!"
A loud and clear slap resounded in the room.
The butler held the clothes with both hands and walked out briskly, closing the door of the study on the way.
Jeffree withdrew his trembling hand, and looked at the red handprint on Cyril's face. Cyril had to lean on the desk beside him to prevent himself from falling, and he asked with a cold expression, "Do you know why I hit you?"
Cyril clasped a hand over his face, and was struck by a sense of dizziness. Jeffree had rarely hit him in his entire life, but he felt as if he had been plunged into an icy abyss upon hearing Jeffree's words. He lowered his eyes, and didn't dare to reply.
"Today, the one who made Family Moreton lose face wasn't Gloria, but you, a useless fellow. Instead, it was her who saved some face for Family Moreton. At least they wouldn't think that our Family Moreton doesn't have a successor.
You're her second uncle, yet you dare to say such insulting words to her. If you're not suitable to continue as the successor, I think we should reconsider you, "Jeffree said with a cold expression.
Cyril's expression changed drastically, and he immediately knelt down onto the ground. He latched onto Jeffree's leg, and sobbed as he said, "Father, I know I was wrong. Please give me another chance. I really know I was wrong."
"Get lost!" Geoffrey lifted his leg and kicked Cyril to the ground. His expression was cold as he said, "I started my business when I was twelve years old. I've been careful with my words and actions all along the way. That's how I built our family business. You don't think about making progress and only know how to enjoy life. You listen to slander and create trouble. Sooner or later, you'll ruin our family business! "
"Father, I'll change … I'll definitely change! From today onwards, I'll definitely change. I'll no longer cause trouble and interact with those scoundrels … I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong … "Cyril's face was pale as he crawled up. He didn't dare to hug Geoffrey's leg anymore. He knelt on the ground and slapped himself as he spoke in a tearful voice.
Jeffree looked at Cyril with a cold expression, and only after Cyril had almost slapped himself to the point where his face was swollen did he say in a cold voice, "You'd better remember what I said today. If I hear that you're messing around again and sullying the reputation of Moreton Manor, I'll kick you out of Moreton Manor!"
"Yes! Yes! "Cyril nodded quickly and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't be in such a hurry to be happy. This isn't over yet." Jeffree sneered. He pulled out a thick account book from the first shelf of the bookshelf and slammed it on the table. "This is the backup account book of the operations of the few shops that you've been in charge of over the past few years. Do you think that you can fool me by changing the account book? What you don't know is that the accountant keeps two copies of the account book.
I won't argue with you about how much money you've taken from these businesses over the years, but from today onwards, I'll take back all of these businesses, including your position as a director of the Chamber of Commerce. Kerry's Blacksmith Shop has been doing pretty well over the past two years. I'll give you twenty days to make this shop start making a profit.
If the blacksmith shop has more money than the Suede Textiles Shop in twenty days, I'll return those things to you. If the Suede Textiles Shop has more money, then those things will belong to Gloria. "
Cyril's expression was a bit unsightly, but when he saw Geoffrey's expression, he gritted his teeth and nodded. "Yes."
"Don't try to play tricks. If you can't even compare to a woman, then you don't deserve to inherit the Family Moreton." Geoffrey looked at Cyril with a hint of warning in his eyes before he turned and left.
"Gasp …" Cyril clasped a hand over his cheek as he slowly rose to his feet. He propped himself up with both hands on the table, and looked at the account book on the table with a twisted expression as he said, "Old man, you've never trusted me from the very beginning. Even that little girl, Scheer, has already inherited the Buffett Family, yet you're still making me and a little girl compete for the position of successor …"
… …
"Princess! Princess … "
Phyllis ran into the spacious cave and saw Irina squatting under the Tree of Life with her back facing the cave. She seemed to be starting a fire. Phyllis stopped and took a sniff before asking curiously, "Princess, are you burning something?"
"Yes, I'm making roast chicken. Alex loved my roast chicken the most. When I find them, I've decided to make them roast chicken every day," Irina replied with a serious expression as she held a branch in her hand.
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