Chapter 1786: Sole heir

The journey north was smooth, and Abe Mia had mastered excellent flying skills and had excellent endurance. About three hours later, the group arrived in the blue grassland.
This time, instead of going to the herder tribe, they found a flat near the water on the grassland and set up several tents as temporary shelter.
Breathing the warm and clear air on the prairie, looking at the blue sky and the flocks drinking water by the river in the distance, Meg took a long breath and hoped that such a beautiful place would not be met by the devil's poisonous hands.
"Master, I'm going to catch the sheep," Amy's voice came from a distance, as a little tiger rushed to the sheep.
The ugly duckling jumped behind her and tried to surround the flock from the side.
However, without waiting for the ugly duckling to work out, Amy had stepped forward and knocked one, dragging two blue sheep back.
"Meow ~"
When Amy dragged the two sheep back to the tent, the ugly duckling stepped forward and raised the little paw to hit the sheep's head twice. The soft paws were harmless.
McGonagall smiled and started to deal with the two sheep. Before long, the open-air lamb barbecue while eating was kicked off.
Eating open-kill lamb skewers on the prairie, the beauty of the beautiful scenery and delicious food brings down the anxiety of many hasty departures.
Smiles gradually began to appear on everyone's faces.
McGonagall stood by the grill, took a beer mug and took a sip, looking at the sky to the south.
"Master Father, you can eat a bit, too." Amy grabbed two skewers of lamb and handed them on tiptoe.
"Um." McGonagall took the kebab with a smile. He could only stay on the prairie for one night, and must return to the chaotic city tomorrow morning.
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"Miss, master wants you to go home now," said Mars, walking into the office, watching Goralia, who was looking through the accounts.
"Now?" Goralia dropped the ledger with some surprises.
"Yes, there seems to be something urgent." Mars nodded.
"The rest of the accounts can only be left to you for reconciliation." Gololia got up, although puzzled, but went out and took the carriage that Mars had arranged for her.
At Morton Manor, Jeffrey looked at the people concentrated in the front yard, and said with a dignified expression, "Go pack up and get ready for a long trip."
"Going out?" Everyone was puzzled. Why did the patriarch suddenly let them pack and leave? And almost all people?
"Father, why should we let us go far away? Wouldn't you just want to drive us out of the house?" Cyril was nervous, his voice trembling.
Sisters Herti and Herni immediately burst into tears. In the past two months because of pocket money cuts, they have changed from being rich ladies to inferior families. It would be too tragic to be kicked out of the house now.
Other people's words also changed greatly when they heard the words. For a time, the voices of various interrogations and cries were mixed, making them particularly noisy.
"Shut up for me!" Jeffrey sighed.
As the thunder exploded, the crowd flew into a chill.
"Whatever I say, you do what you don't do as I say, and today I will drive you out of the house." Jeffrey's eyes glanced at everyone present, and finally nailed to Cyril. One The face hated iron and steel: "If it wasn't for your mother, I would have expelled you as a filial son!"
Cyril bowed his head, but Vino promised not to say more.
Others did not dare to ask any more. Jeffrey, who had set up the Morton family in one hand, had dictator-like autocratic rights in the tribe.
"Go, you only have half an hour, remember, each person can only take one suitcase," Jeffrey continued.
The crowds left as if they were pardoned.
"Why did you suddenly have to go far? Did Goralia know the news?" Debra and Lance and Mickey walked towards their courtyard, looking puzzled and worried.
"Then I'll go to my sister and let her go with us even if I have to go," Mickey volunteered.
"Master asked me to tell you, he has sent someone to let Miss Goloria come back, and he should be on the road now." An old servant came over, respectfully.
"There is work." Lance nodded slightly, leading Debra and Mickey into his own courtyard.
"Let's pack up, something should have happened, so my father was so urgent to let everyone pack up and leave." Lance looked at Debra and said.
"Okay." Debra didn't ask much, took four bamboo boxes out of the utility room, and began packing clothes and important items.
When Gloria returned to the Morton Manor, as soon as she entered the door, she was greeted directly by the old servant by Jeffrey to the Chamber.
In the empty chamber, only Jeffrey was sitting on the main seat, and Secretary-General Manard stood with a thick document in his hand.
"Sit across." Jeffrey said before Goralia started.
Gloriya glanced at the position at the other end of the long table, hesitated a little, then stepped forward and sat down.
In the quiet chamber, Jeffrey looked at Gololia.
She also looked at him with a calm expression.
The silence lasted for a long time, and Jeffrey finally spoke, his voice deepening: "I have decided to make you the sole successor of the Morton family."
Gloria's face was surprised, and her and Mr. McGonagall's cooperation in the textile industry had just begun. The first batch of cotton yarn had not yet been laid, let alone to turn the business back to profit. Why did Jeffrey Suddenly made her the sole successor.
However, she managed her expression quickly, but instead of being stunned by the unexpected surprise, she looked at Jeffrey in wonder: "Grandfather, why now choose to make me the sole successor?"
Although she has been working hard for this, she doesn't want to get this place somehow. Maybe this is Jeffrey's temptation?
Jeffrey stared at Goloya deeply: "Because the Morton family is now facing an extremely dangerous disaster, if the worst situation occurs, I hope that the person who will lead the Morton family to continue is You can only be you. "
"Disaster?" Goralia was still puzzled, and what trouble did Cyril come out of?
"You don't need to know too much about this now. You first sign this property inheritance book, then go back and pack up, and prepare to leave the chaotic city with the clan and go to the garden of Luodu. Now the chaotic city is no longer Safe. "Jeffrey shook his head.
"Although I don't know what happened, Dailan's new model will be launched soon, and the integration of the textile industry is at the final stage. I am afraid there is no way to leave the chaotic city at this time." Gololia shook her head.