"Dean Haider, I'm sorry to disturb you so late." In front of an old courtyard crawling with creepers, Hill looked at Heider and said apologetically.

"Why, Miss Hill has always supported our research, so it's natural that such a small thing is not a problem." Heider hurriedly waved his hand, looked at Hill and hesitated, "However, the questions that Miss Hill just asked, could it be that someone has already developed a steam engine?" ”

"I'm not sure about this yet, if I get the exact news here, I'll inform the dean as soon as possible." Hill said with a smile.

"Well, if someone has developed a steam engine, that would be a good thing." Haider smiled and nodded.

Hill looked at Haider and said a little puzzled: "Dean, you have been researching and experimenting for so many years, don't you feel sad if someone preemptively makes a steam engine?" ”

"Why be sad? Although we have been working on it for many years, there has been no breakthrough, although Mr. McGonagall gave us some advice some time ago, but there is still a long way to go to make a finished product that can be used, and if someone can make a steam engine now, it is really a huge breakthrough, something to celebrate. Haidell smiled and shook his head.

"If the dean has any research topics in the future and needs funds, you can come to me." Hill also had a smile on his face and nodded slightly.

"Then I'll thank Miss Hill first." Heider smiled and nodded.

"Then I'll take my leave." Hill got into the carriage, and the coachman drove it away slowly.

"If someone really made a steam engine, it proves that the direction we have been working in over the years is not wrong, but I don't know who made it, and when Miss Hill sends back the news, we must come to the door to ask for advice." Heider stood in the doorway and muttered to himself.

"That's the kind of person who actually does research, and I hope Mr. McGonagall doesn't just fool me with what they've been studying for years." Hill direction curtain, whispering to himself.

……

Moulton Manor, in a study full of ledgers on wooden shelves.

Cyril looked at Jeffrey, who was changing clothes under the butler's service, and said with a somewhat excited expression: "Father, Gloria's dead girl colluded with Hill at that banquet today, which made our Morton family lose face, and made the decision to donate privately, and didn't take the family property seriously at all.

Moreover, he and Na McGonagall are behaving in a bad way and are afraid that they have an ill-fated relationship, and I do not think she is fit to continue as the heir to the Morton family and the owner of the Delan Fabric Shop. ”

"Smack!"

A crisp and loud slap sounded in the room.

The housekeeper held his clothes in both hands, walked out briskly, and closed the door of the study by the way.

Jeffrey withdrew his slightly trembling hand, looked at a red slap mark on his face, reached out to support Cyril on the desk next to him, and said with a cold face: "Do you know why I hit you?" ”

Cyril covered his face, feeling a little dizzy all over, since he was a child, Geoffrey rarely hit him, but now listening to his words, he felt like falling into an ice cave, lowered his eyes, and did not dare to answer.

"At the banquet today, it was not Gloria who made my Molton family lose face, but you, a useless guy, but it was she who saved some face for the Morton family, so as not to make them think that my Morton family has no successor.

As her second uncle, you actually said such insulting words that insulted the innocence of the girl, and if you want to say that you are not suitable to continue to be the heir, I think you should consider you. Jeffrey said coldly.

Cyril's face changed drastically, he knelt on the ground with a puff, hugged Jeffrey's thigh and cried: "Father, I know it's wrong, you give me another chance, I really know it's wrong." ”

"Get out of here!" Jeffrey raised his leg and kicked Cyril to the ground, and said with a cold expression: "I started my business at the age of twelve, and along the way, I was cautious in my words to create this huge family foundation. You guy doesn't want to make progress, he only knows how to enjoy all day long, listens to the villain's slander, and messes up right and wrong, sooner or later he will say that my business is ruined! ”

"Father, I'll change it...... I'll definitely change it! From today onwards, I will definitely change my ways, no longer cause trouble, and no longer associate with those villains...... I know it's wrong, I know it's wrong......" Cyril's face turned pale, he got up, and he didn't dare to hug his thighs anymore, and knelt on the ground and slapped himself while saying with tears in his eyes.

Jeffrey looked at Cyril with a cold face, and waited until he almost slapped his face high and swollen before he said coldly: "Today's words, you have memorized them for me, if I hear that you are messing around outside again and insulting Morton's reputation, I will drive you out of Morton Manor!" ”

"Yes! Be! Cyril nodded hurriedly, quietly breathing a sigh of relief.

"Don't be in a hurry to rejoice, it's not over yet." Jeffrey smiled coldly, took out a thick account book from the first compartment of the bookshelf on the side, and put it on the table, "This is a backup account book of the operation of several shops in your charge in the past few years, you think that if you modify the account book, you can get away with me, but you don't know that when the accountant keeps the account book, it is recorded in two copies."

I don't care about how much money you have taken from these shops over the years, but from today onwards, I will take back all these shops, including your status as a director of the Chamber of Commerce. The Kerry blacksmith shop has been doing more or less for the past two years, and now I'm going to give you twenty days to start making a profit.

If, after twenty days, the blacksmith has more money on its books than the Delan Fabric Shop, all those things will be returned to you. If the Delan Fabric Store had more money on its books, it would belong to Gloria. ”

Cyril's face was a little ugly, but looking at Jeffrey's expression, he still gritted his teeth and nodded, "Yes." ”

"Don't think about playing tricks, if you can't even compare to a woman, then you don't deserve to inherit the Morton family." Jeffrey looked at Cyril with some warning, and turned to go out the door.

"Hiss......" Cyril covered his face and slowly stood up, holding the desk with both hands, looking at the account book on the desktop, his expression was a little distorted: "Old man, you have never trusted me at all from beginning to end, even the little girl Hill has inherited the Buffett family, but you still let me compete with a little girl for the position of successor here......"

……

"Princess! Princess......"

Phyllis trotted into the wide cave, looked at Irina, who was squatting under the tree of life with her back to the direction of the cave, and seemed to be making a fire, stopped, sniffed her nose, and asked with some curiosity: "Princess, are you burning something?" ”

"Well, I'm making roast chicken, Alex liked to eat my roast chicken the most, and when I found them, I decided to make them roast chicken every day." Irina held a branch in her hand and said with a serious face.

"Did you really decide to do that?" Phyllis asked with a somewhat complicated expression as she looked at the roast chicken on the branch that had almost turned into black charcoal.