Chapter 665: Alex liked to eat the roast chicken I made.

"Captain Haider, I am sorry to disturb you so late." In front of an old courtyard full of ivy, Hill looked at Haider with a few apologies.
"How come, Miss Hill has been supporting our research all the time. Such a trivial matter is natural." Haider quickly waved his hand and looked at Hill hesitantly said: "However, those questions Miss Hill just asked." Is it that someone has researched a steam engine?"
"I am still not sure about this. If I get the exact news here, I will inform the Dean for the first time." Hill said with a smile.
"Okay, if someone has already researched a steam engine, it is also a happy thing." Haider nodded with a smile.
Hill looked at Haider, and some did not understand: "The Dean has been studying the experiment for so many years. If someone is the first to make a steam engine, don't you feel sad?"

Why are you sad? Although we have been studying for many years, there has been no breakthrough in progress. Although Mr. McGonagall gave us some suggestions some time ago, there is still a long way to go before making a finished product. If anyone It’s a huge breakthrough to make a steam engine now, and it’s something to celebrate.
Haider shook his head with a smile.
"If there is any research topic in the future, if you need funds, you can come to me." Hill smiled and nodded slightly.
"Then I will thank Miss Hill first." Haider nodded with a smile.
"Then I will leave." Hill got on the carriage, and the driver drove slowly in the carriage.
"If someone really makes a steam engine, then it is not wrong to prove that we have worked hard in these years. We just don't know who made it. When Miss Hill sends back the news, I must go to the door to ask for advice." Haider Station Speak to himself at the door.
"This is the person who really does research. I hope that Mr. McGonagall will not only fool me with the things they have studied for many years." Hill whispered to the curtain.
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The Morton Manor, in a study with wooden books on the wooden shelves.
Cyril looked at Jeffrey, who was serving as a changer under the butler's service. His expression was a little excited: "Father, the dead girl of Rodriguez was arrogant with Hill at the banquet today, letting our family of Morton lose their face. And the decision to make a donation privately does not take the family property as one thing at all.
Moreover, today he and the McGonagall act, and the words are intimate, I am afraid that there is an improper relationship, I think she is not suitable to continue to be the owner of the Morton family and the owner of the Indigo fabric store.

"Snapped!"
A crisp, loud slap in the room sounded.
The butler held the clothes in both hands, and went out in a brisk manner, and took the door of the study.
Jeffrey took back the slightly trembling hand and looked at a red slap in the face. He reached out to the desk and didn't have Cyril under the knife. His face was cold and cold: "Do you know why I am hitting you?"
Cyril squinted and felt that the whole person was a little dizzy. From childhood to big, Jeffrey rarely hit him, but now he listened to his words but he felt like a falling ice, and he couldn’t take it.
"Today at the banquet, it is not Rolandia that makes me lose face of the family, but you are a useless guy. Instead, she has saved some face for the Molton family and will not let them I feel that my Morton family has no successor.
As the second uncle of her, you actually said this kind of innocent girl's innocence, saying that it is not suitable to continue to be the successor's identity, I think it should be considered. "Jeffrey said coldly."
Cyril’s face changed dramatically, and he slammed into the ground and hugged Jeffrey’s thigh with a cry:
Father, I know it’s wrong, give me another chance, I really know it wrong.

"Get out of the way!" Jeffrey lifted his leg and turned Cyril to the ground. He looked cold and said: "I started my business at the age of twelve, and I walked all the way, and I was careful to create such a big family foundation. You guys don't think about making progress. They only know how to enjoy themselves in the daytime, listen to the rumors of the villain, and make troubles in the future. I will talk about my defeat in the morning and evening!"
"Father, I will change... I will definitely change! From today, I must change it, no longer provoke right and wrong, and no longer interact with the villains... I know it is wrong, I know it is wrong... "Cyril looked pale, and he climbed up. He didn't dare to hold his thighs again. He squatted on the floor while slap his own hands, and said with tears.
Jeffrey looked at Cyril with a cold face, and when he almost swollen his face, he said coldly: "Today, you give me a good memory, if I let you hear that you are Outside Hulai, humiliating the reputation of Malton, I will drive you out of Morton Manor!"
"Yes! Yes!" Cyril nodded quickly and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
"You don't want to be happy, things are not over yet." Jeffrey smiled coldly, taking a thick account from the first shelf of the bookshelf and putting it on the table. "This is your supervisor in recent years." The backup account book of the operation situation of several shops, you feel that you can modify the book, you can get away with me, but I don’t know that when the accountant is in the book, it is recorded in two copies.
I don't care about the amount of money you have received from these shops over the years, but from today, I have fully recovered these shops, including the identity of your Chamber of Commerce. The operation of the Kerrysmiths in the past two years has been basically the same. Now I will give you twenty days to make this blacksmith shop profitable.
If after twenty days the blacksmith's book has more money on the books than the indigo fabric store, those things will be returned to you. If the indigo fabric shop has more money on the books, then these things belong to Gloria.

Cyril’s face was a bit ugly, but looking at Jeffrey’s expression, he nodded his teeth and said,
Yes.

"Don't think about playing tricks. If you can't even compare a woman, then you don't deserve to inherit the Morton family." Jeffrey looked at Cyril with a few warnings and turned to go out.
"Oh..." Cyril squinted and slowly stood up, holding his hands on the desk and looking at the books on the table. His expression was a little distorted: "The old man, you have never trusted me from beginning to end." The little girl has already inherited the Buffett family, but you still let me and a little girl film here to compete for a successor position..."
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"Princess! Princess..."
Felice ran into the wide cave and looked at the back of the cave in the direction of the tree of life. Irina, who seemed to be making fire, stopped and sniffed her nose. Some curiously asked: "The princess What are you burning?"
"Well, I am cooking roast chicken. Alex used to eat the roast chicken I made. When I found them, I decided to give them roast chicken every day." Irina held a branch in her hand. Said a serious face.

Do you really decide to do this?
Felice looked at the roast chicken that almost turned into a black charcoal on the branch, and looked a little complicated.