Chapter 637: Countess?

The audience suddenly and quietly, everyone looked at Hill incredibly, and looked at McGonagall. I didn't expect it to be a handwritten invitation from Miss Hill to invite him to the dinner.
Then, all the words that Cyril had said before were overthrown.
And the last sentence is a bit ridiculous, more like a slap in the face of Cyril.
When Hill could already fill in the invitation letter for others, Cyril didn't even know about it.
Of course, the people who were present were even more surprised by Hill's attitude toward McGonagall. For Meg, she did not hesitate to offend Cyril, and even said that she did not give face.
What kind of identity does this McGee have? Why do you want Hill to value this?
Cyril's smug face gradually became stiff and embarrassing. Hill's words were like a needle, tied to his heart, and every sentence poked his pain.
The four families are indeed eligible to invite some people to the party, but only the patriarchs of the four major families have this right. He does not have this right.
After making the invitation, the preparatory group of the party will be notified to report, so Hill does not need any doubt at all, and Meg is definitely invited by her.
"Miss Red Dress, hello." Amy bit the cookie and greeted Hill with a happy smile. This lady looks pretty good.
"Oh." Four small claws hung on Amy's little skirt and looked at the little biscuits in Amy's hand. Some grievances were called.
"Ugly duckling, don't worry, I will hold you when I finish eating." Amy bowed her head and said comfortably.
"Hey~" The ugly duckling has a face that can't be loved.
"Hello, little Amy." Hill smiled and looked at Amy.
Cyril blackened his face and looked at Hill’s sinking voice: "Since it is the guest invited by Miss Hill, there should be no problem. It’s just this person. As far as I know, I have insulted my Aden Chamber of Commerce twice and seized it. The restaurant of my Chamber of Commerce members has led to the imprisonment of the Chamber of Commerce of our Chamber of Commerce. Is such a guy also participating in the mid-year party of our Aden Chamber of Commerce? I wonder if Miss Hill invited him to participate. What is the intention?"
"What! Is there such a thing?"
"I heard that this boss once said that our Aden Chamber of Commerce will close sooner or later."

Is there a strange barbecue restaurant there? Is it an ice cream shop now, the boss is him.

"I heard that the governors of Dvor and the Governor of Goodin were both in prison and related to him."
"Why did Miss Hill invite him to the party? Isn't this an insult to the party?"
When Cyril’s words came out, there was a commotion in the crowd, and people whispered.
Hill listened to those who talked about brows.
Cyril’s mouth has a smug smile.
Hill wants to compete with Jeffrey for the position of the new president of the Chamber of Commerce. If she can lose her reputation in this matter, he will definitely get extra points at Jeffrey.
"This uncle, although I don't know who you are, it is necessary to make some clarifications about your filth. First of all, I am really dissatisfied with the rules of the Aden Chamber of Commerce to discriminate against semi-racial, and insist that death does not change, Sooner or later, it will go down."
"As for the Ricky Barbeque Restaurant, it is the boss who is looking for a door to compare with me, and proposes to use the restaurant as a bet and finally lose it to me."
"And the directors of the two Aden chambers of commerce, commanding a four-level murderer to attack my restaurant, trying to kill us, was arrested and arrested by the Grey Temple in the Bastig prison. It seems that the relationship between the uncle and the two directors seems to be Not bad, I don't know how it relates to the four-level murderer?"
McGonagall stepped forward and watched Cyril smile and said, the smile was a bit ridiculous.
The arguments gradually faded, and everyone's eyes turned to Cyril. Although McGonagall was a bit mad, the latter two sentences pointed the way to Cyril.
In the city of chaos, there are a few things that can't be touched, and the Grey Temple is in the first place.
If Cyril really has a relationship with a four-level murderer, then he will not be the patriarch of the Morton family in his life.
"You...how could I be related to the murderer!" Cyril changed his face and said something hurriedly. The old man had already warned him because of this, and now he must not let himself be circumvented.
"Since it doesn't matter, why do you want to get a fair look for them? You are so suspicious." McGonagall's smile grew brighter.
"They have been disqualified from the Chamber of Commerce, their behavior is also personal behavior, and the Chamber of Commerce, has nothing to do with me. I don't know much about their affairs. If you really say it, then they should be punished." Cyril was strong and calm, and he could only swallow his teeth when he broke his teeth.
"So, don't you know if I need to leave because they are leaving?" McGonagall asked.
"Oh." Cyril slammed his hand and turned away. Today he lost his face.
The onlookers saw this and they spread out. I didn't expect this farce to be won by McGonagall.
Hill looked at Meg a little sorry: "Mr. McGonagall, I should wait for you to come in together."
"It doesn't matter, I was invited by Miss Hill to have the opportunity to participate in such an upper class dinner. It is okay to be wronged." McGonagall said with a smile, Hill's performance before him was quite satisfactory, at least her performance. Sincerity.
"For Mr. McGonagall, this is just something that is within reach." Hill looked at Meg's eyes and smiled.
"It is necessary to think about reaching out to something." McGonagall shook his head slightly.
"Mr. McGonagall is a funny person." Hill smiled.
"Miss Hill is a smart person." McGonagall also smiled.
"Oh, today is still the same excitement."
Just then, a somewhat seductive voice suddenly sounded.
A black shadow with huge wings appeared in the air outside the banquet hall. In the blink of an eye, it was turned into a black mist at the entrance.
The black fog converges, a woman in a black dress with a black cross and a servant who is covered in a black robe.
"is her!"
"The Countess Bartoli! She is here again this year!"
"Have she not been here for two years? How come this year again! I heard that her favorite girl is a young girl."
After seeing the people coming, the banquet hall suddenly caused a commotion, and the young girls stepped back in a panic, fearing that they were caught by the horrible blood-sucking female ghost in the rumor.
"Countess?" McGonagall looked up at the entrance, and there was a young, charming woman next to the ceremonial ceremonies.
She looks like she is 30 years old. The big brown and black waves are long and draped. The blue eyes are like a talking, slightly pathological pale face, and the lips are rosy like blood. Very bright.
The tight black dress, the chest reveals a touch of snow white and gully, the high fork skirt is always open to the thigh, and the round and long legs of the character are glaring.
She looked down, like a white swan, a proud neck, like a queen.
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