Chapter 834: Fight against each other!

The 840th chapter is the opposite! (page 1/1)
Cyril stood in the door of the blacksmith's shop with a smug look, watching the bills being carefully checked in the blacksmith's shop, and consciously winning the ticket against the review team of the remaining arrears.
Regardless of his abilities, Jeffrey didn't have to choose, and he only allowed him to inherit the Morton family.
From the very beginning, this game was doomed to be the winner, because he knew Jeffrey and knew his rigid and somewhat arrogant father. He would never give his empire to a woman to inherit. As he has ridiculed the old Buffett for countless times, he will never allow himself to become such a person.
Thinking of this, the more smile on the face of Cyril, it seems that I have seen the appearance of my own chaotic city in the future.
Curry stood with a smile on his side, and the same light in his eyes. He stayed in the blacksmith shop for half a lifetime, and he never got any chance of promotion. He was too lazy to go to the blacksmith shop on weekdays. Will step by step to the extent of the loss.
But now it is different, but he has embraced the thigh of Cyril.
By the time he becomes the ruler of the Malton family, and even the power of the Aden Chamber of Commerce, he must be able to ascend to the world, no longer need to guard a blacksmith shop, and become the real upper class of the chaotic city.
The staff of the blacksmith shop are also a little excited. They don't know what to do, but they know that the blacksmith shop business is unexpectedly good this month. The salary is definitely inevitable, and it can still be faked for three days starting tomorrow, and it can still receive a big one. Red envelopes, this is enough to make them happy all day.
After half an hour.
The review team sealed the ledger, locked it into an iron box, and walked out of the blacksmith shop.
The middle-aged man in the black collar looked at Cyril: "Master Cyril, the bill has been reviewed, and now you are welcome to return to the estate with us, where the master will announce the outcome of the competition."
"What are you waiting for, hurry up!" Cyril said with a smile, walking towards the gorgeous carriage on the side, and carrying a carriage on the ground in Kerry.
The censors took two carriages and headed for the Morton Manor.
Almost the same time, the reviewers in the indigo fabric shop also walked out of the store. Although the faces of the people remained calm, they were shocked by the hidden eyes.
The leading middle-aged man came forward and respectfully said: "Miss Gloria, please come back to the manor with us now, and the president will announce the result of the match there."
The censors looked at Colora's eyes and changed a bit, and they had a greater awe.
Gloria smiled and nodded. "Okay, please, please."
After the censor went to the carriage, Rodriguez turned to look at Mars Road standing on the side: "Mars, you go with me to the manor."
Mars shook his head and said: "I don't think it's time, Miss, go."
Gloria looked at Mars, thought about it, smiled and nodded: "I think fast."
Mars also showed a smile on his face.
Three carriages drove off the indigo and headed for Morton Manor.
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The lobby of the Morton Manor, this will be extraordinarily lively.
The old lady of Dennis sat in front of her, her eyes closed, and her thin cheeks looked like a pointed monkey, obviously not an old lady who was easy to get close to.
Jeffrey’s third daughter, Aurora, curled her legs into her chair, and her wide clothes still couldn’t hide her hustle-like figure. The deep eye sockets seemed to be a little scary, and the white hair was already It fell a lot and looked like an old lady with a playful smile on her face.
Cyril’s twin daughters wore gorgeous dresses and looked at the Lance family sitting across from the face, full of gloating.
"What else is there, how can the father lose to a gimmick that hasn't even touched the money." Herni said with some disdain.
"That is, I don't think my grandfather should make this game. Anyway, there will be no accidents, but let others see jokes." Hetty followed the road.
"Hey, don't say it." Avava, who was sitting around them and well-maintained, said, but his face didn't mean a half-hearted resentment, and he also had a smug smile.
The Lance family was sitting in the opposite chair. Lance had a book in his hand and looked calmly. It didn't seem to hear everyone's words.
Instead, Mickey was a little angry and glaring at Herti and Herni, and wanted to make a few voices, but Mrs. Debra’s hand kept holding his wrist lightly and constantly reminding him not to be impulsive.
There is no resentment on the face of Debra. Instead, she has a gratifying smile. She silently thinks in her heart: "Even if it fails, it is also a very good experience for Gloria, the child has grown up, and no You need to feel inferior to yourself and close yourself up."
"Master is here."
The voice of the butler came from outside.
Herti and Herni suddenly laughed and laughed, sitting in a chair, and although they looked plain, they looked like a good show.
And Aurora, who was sitting in the chair, sat down straight, and there was a fascinating look in the eyes of nothing. It was like a young man, but with a bit of fear in his eyes.
Lance put down the book in his hand and was sitting in danger.
Mickey also straightened her chest and sat in the chair and did not dare to move.
Old lady Denise opened her eyes.
The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became depressed and tense.
Jeffrey walked in slowly from the door, took a look at Lance first, then looked at Mickey's body for a while, directly skipping Herti, Herni, and sweeping through Aurora's eyes without disguising disgust. Go straight to the first place to sit down.
The neglected Hetty and Herni looked at Mickey in disgust, but did not dare to say anything.
The hall was quiet, everyone was afraid to speak out, and the atmosphere was somewhat suppressed.
Six carriages stopped outside the Morton Manor.
Cyril jumped out of the carriage and looked at the graceful Kollyya who walked slowly down the wooden ladder. Some disdainfully ridiculed: "Is this not my good niece? Let the president give you an opportunity to challenge me once." It’s really amazing, but it’s a pity that even if it gives you the opportunity, it seems that it has no effect on the results.

Gloria looked at Cyril and smiled. "If there is no influence, how can Uncle Cyril stand here with me now?"
The smile on Cyril’s face was a stiff, one handcuff:
I’m going to look at it for a while, do you still have the ability to say it now, let the president give you another chance!
Turned to the manor Go.
"This should be said to yourself." Gloria's mouth showed a smile, and did not hurry to walk toward the manor.
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