Cyril stood at the entrance of the blacksmith shop with a smug look on his face. He looked at the team of examiners who were carefully examining the accounts and comparing them to the balance of the debt, and he felt as if victory was already in his grasp.
Regardless of how powerful he was, Geoffrey had no choice but to let him inherit Family Moreton.
From the very beginning, he was destined to be the winner of this competition. He knew Geoffrey, as well as his rigid and arrogant father. There was no way that he would hand over the empire that he had built to a woman. Just like how he had mocked Old Buffett countless times in the past, he would never allow himself to become that kind of person.
With that in mind, the smile on Cyril's face became even more pronounced. It was as if he could already see himself ruling over Chaos City in the future.
Creed stood off to the side with a bashful smile on his face, and his eyes were also glowing. He had worked at this blacksmith shop for half of his life, and had never been given any opportunities for promotion. He couldn't be bothered to take care of the shop, and that was why the shop was slowly losing money.
However, things were different now. He was riding on Cyril's coattails.
When he became the leader of Family Moreton, or even the leader of the Aden Chamber of Commerce, he would definitely rise to the top as well. He would no longer have to work at this blacksmith shop, and would become a true member of the upper class of Chaos City.
All of the employees of the blacksmith shop were also quite excited. They didn't know what a competition was, but they knew that business had been unexpectedly good this month, so they were definitely going to get a lot of pay. Furthermore, they would be able to have a three-day holiday from tomorrow onward, and they would also receive a large red packet. That was enough to make them happy for an entire day.
Half an hour later.
The team of examiners sealed the accounts and locked them into a metal box before making their way out of the blacksmith shop.
The leader of the team, a middle-aged man in a long black robe, turned to Cyril, and said, "Young Master Cyril, the accounts have been examined. Please come with us to the manor now, and Master Moreton will announce the results of this competition."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Cyril said with a smile as he strode over to a lavish horse-drawn carriage. He stepped on the kneeling Creed's back, and climbed onto the carriage.
The inspectors boarded two carriages and drove toward the Moreton Manor.
Almost at the same time, the inspectors of the Suede Textiles Shop also came out of the shop. Although they maintained a calm expression, their eyes were filled with shock.
The middle-aged leader stepped forward and said respectfully, "Miss Gloria, please come with us to the manor. The president will announce the results of the competition there."
The way the inspectors looked at Gloria had also changed. There was a hint of respect in their eyes.
Gloria nodded with a smile, and said, "Alright, after you."
After the inspectors boarded the horse-drawn carriage, Gloria turned to Mars, who was standing at the side, and said, "Mars, come with me to the manor."
Mars shook his head and said, "I don't think it's time yet. Miss, you can go."
Gloria looked at Mars, thought for a moment, and nodded with a smile. "I think it will be soon."
Mars also smiled.
The three carriages left Suede and headed for Moreton Hall.
…
The hall of Moreton Hall was particularly lively.
Madam Denise was sitting at the front with her eyes closed. Her thin and shriveled face gave her a monkey-like appearance, and it was quite clear that she wasn't an easy-going old lady.
Geoffrey's third daughter, Aurora, was curled up in a chair with her legs crossed. Her loose clothes were unable to hide her skeletal figure, and her sunken eye sockets were quite frightening. Much of her white hair had already fallen off, and she looked like an elderly woman with a mocking smile on her face.
Cyril's twin daughters were wearing lavish dresses, and they were gloating as they looked at Lance's family sitting across from them.
"What's there to compete with? How could Father lose to a little girl who's never even touched money before?" Hernie was a little disdainful.
"Exactly, I think Grandfather shouldn't have held this competition in the first place. It's going to be a joke anyway," Herty chimed in.
"Shh, don't talk nonsense." Aviva, who was sitting beside them, said. However, she didn't have any intention of scolding them. Instead, she had a smug smile on her face.
Lance's family was sitting across from them, and Lance was reading a book calmly, as if he hadn't heard what everyone was saying.
In contrast, Mickey was glaring at Herty and Hernie with an indignant expression. He wanted to say something on several occasions, but Mrs. Debra kept a hand on his wrist and used her eyes to warn him not to do anything rash.
There wasn't any resentment on Mrs. Debra's face. Instead, a gratified smile appeared on her face as she thought to herself, Even if she loses, it's still a very good experience for Gloria. She's already grown up, and she doesn't have to feel inferior and isolate herself anymore.
"Master has arrived."
The butler's voice sounded from outside.
Herty and Hernie's smiles immediately faded, and they sat down obediently in their chairs. Even though their appearances were quite mundane, they did appear to be quite ladylike.
Aurora, who had been slumped in her chair, also immediately sat up straight, and a hint of vigor appeared in her lifeless eyes. She looked as if she had suddenly become a few years younger, but there was a hint of fear in her eyes.
Lance put down his book and sat up straight.
Mickey also straightened his chest and sat upright on the chair, not daring to move.
Old Mistress Denise opened her eyes.
The atmosphere in the hall immediately became tense and oppressive.
Geoffrey slowly strode into the hall. He took a glance at Lance first, and then his gaze paused on Mickey for a moment. He then looked past Herty and Hernie, and when his gaze fell on Aurora, he made no attempt to hide the disgust in his eyes, and sat down at the head of the table.
Herty and Hernie glared at Mickey, but they didn't dare to say anything.
The hall was completely silent. No one dared to make a sound, and the atmosphere was quite oppressive.
The six horse-drawn carriages stopped outside the Moreton Manor.
Cyril jumped down from the horse-drawn carriage and looked at Gloria, who was gracefully making her way down the wooden stairs. He sneered in a disdainful manner, "Isn't this my outstanding niece? It's quite surprising that the president would make an exception and give you a chance to challenge me. Unfortunately, even though he gave you a chance, it didn't seem to affect the result at all. "
Gloria looked at Cyril with a smile, and said, "If it didn't affect anything, why would Uncle Cyril be standing here with me right now?"
The smile on Cyril's face stiffened, and he waved his hand as he said, "You've got a glib tongue. Let's see if you can still talk like this later. Tell the president to give you another chance!" He then turned around and quickly strode into the manor.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
