Chapter 1130: Cyril is just an idiot that can't afford it.

Morton Manor, in a quaint study.
Cyril stood and watched Jeffrey, who was looking at the report at the desk, cautiously: "Father, letting Gloria as the council member has caused a lot of dissatisfaction and discussion. Do you think this is a matter? Need to explain to the governors, first to dismiss the governor of Gloria and to calm the mood of the members?"

Dissatisfied?
Jeffrey looked up and looked at Cyril in a mockery.
When I made the decision, when do I need to look at other people’s faces? And, who is dissatisfied with this thing besides you?

Cyril’s lips trembled, slowly clenching his fists, and looking down at Jeffrey’s words:
The president, Corolla is only a woman after all, you can only have one son now, if You continue to support Gloria in this way, making me a joke. Who can inherit the Morton family and the Aden Chamber of Commerce in the future? Are you really willing to hand over the family to a woman who will marry later?"
"You..." Jeffrey’s report book was photographed on the table by him. He stared at him with a straight hook. There was no fear of Cyril. This unfilial thing dared to talk to him like this, blood. I rushed to my head and suddenly felt dizzy.
There was still some fear of Cyril. Seeing Jeffrey’s reaction, his heart was full of fear. He was sneer and said: "Father, big brother, he will never inherit his family. He only has his students in his eyes. The Molton family has a big family business. If you don't want to watch him fall into the hands of others, it's still good to train me. Only then can I let the Molton family's prosperity continue."
"Roll! Get out of my way!" Jeffrey took the report on the table and slammed it toward Cyril.
Cyril shunned sideways and glanced at Cyril, who was lying on the chair with his eyes closed. He smiled at the corner of his mouth, bent over and picked up the report book and put it back on the table. He smiled and said: "Since my father is not feeling well, then I I will leave my first words. In a few days, it will be the year-end dinner of the Chamber of Commerce. I will ask the Council to vote on the day and kick the Gloria out of the council."
After that, after waiting for Jeffrey to get angry again, Cyril hurried out.
Jeffrey fumbled for a small bottle from the drawer, shivered and unscrewed the lid, and took a big mouth on his head. After a while, he took a long breath and his red face gradually receded. Eyes, the eyes of the wise and majestic weekdays, there is a trace of desolateness.
"I was really wrong at the time?" Jeffrey looked at the window with some ecstasy. In order to let Lance inherit his family business, he forced him to do a lot of things, which eventually led him to give up his inheritance and run into chaos. The school was a teacher.
In the past few years, in order to continue the prosperity of the Morton family, he has been cultivating Cyril, and he has placed many hopes on him, almost treating him as the sole successor.
With this identity, he naturally has no fear, eats, drinks, and plays, and does not use his heart in company management.
"Is it really only to hand over the family to this kid?" Jeffrey frowned, and there was a sway in his heart, and then a figure jumped into his mind.
"Gloria..." Jeffrey whispered softly, and the knuckles were lightly lit on the table. This recent performance of Nizi really surprised him, and he was able to make the indigo fabric store that had been losing money for several years quickly profitable. And brought a high profit margin, which he did not expect.
Before today, he never really seriously considered letting Gloria inherit the Morton family.
"Oh, stinky boy, Lao Tzu is still alive, even dare to come to me to provoke?" Jeffrey's gaze became serious again, cold smile.
"Since Ian’s dead old man can hand over the Buffett family to Hill’s gimmicks, do you think that I will not hand over Molton to Colora? The family that is handed over to this ruined family is not peaceful, why? Don't give it to the more capable Gloria? That Nizi is fine and talented. If it is cultivated a little, it will not be worse than Lans."
"Menard." Jeffrey shouted in the direction of the door.
Manard pushed the door in.
"Go, Mars called." Jeffrey commanded.
"Yes." Manard respectfully responded and turned and walked away.
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"Mr. Cyril, is the conversation with the father still smooth?" A middle-aged man stood in the pavilion at Morton Manor and looked at Cyril, who was walking quickly, and smiled.
"It's almost the same as the Povin patriarch. The old man is very annoyed, but it just makes me roll. It seems that he never really thought about handing Molton and the Aden Chamber of Commerce to Corolla." Cyril smiled happily. Tao, for many years, has been living under the pressure of Jeffrey, and today I am proud of it.
"The Jaffrey patriarch may have more than once ridiculed the decision of Ian to hand over the Buffett family to Hill. How could he hand over his family to a daughter, and it is still a generation of granddaughters, the patriarch of the Morton family. The position, it must be Mr. Cyril, yours." Bowen smiled, a look of anticipation.
Cyril looked happy and looked at Bowen: "The patriarch of Povin, you promised to help me fight for this patriarch. The first step is to remove Gloria at the year-end banquet. This will not happen. Got it?"
"Reassure, my Marquis family and the Dodge family are still influential in the chamber of commerce, and everyone knows that you will be the patriarch of the Malton family sooner or later. If you ask for it, the members of the board will not agree. At that time, as long as half of the directors voted to remove Gloria, even the president could not stop it."
Bowen touched his beard and looked at Cyril: "However, after the incident, Mr. Cyril agreed."
"The Pawen patriarch is assured that as long as I can inherit the family business of the Molton family and become the owner of the house, the next Chamber of Commerce election will definitely help you become the president of the Chamber of Commerce." Cyril nodded.
"Very good, Mr. Cyril is really a smart person, then I will go to the Dodge family now." Boer's smile grew brighter and he left.
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"Father, why should we help Cyril? His guy is the least honest, his words are not credible." In the gorgeous carriage, a young man looked at Bowen with a puzzled look.
"Cyrill is just an idiot that can't afford it. As long as he becomes the owner of the Morton family, Morton's rich fat will be eaten sooner or later. If so, why don't we help him?" "Povin grinned. "There is a Hill enough. If there is another song, then the Marquis family will really have no day to come."