A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World

In an old study room in the Moreton Manor.

Cyril stood looking at Jeffree, who was reading a report, over the table as he carefully said, “Father, there has been a lot of dissatisfaction and feedback from the board members about letting Gloria join the board. Do you think we need to give them an explanation on that, and dismiss Gloria from her position first to appease them?”

“Dissatisfaction?” Jeffree looked up and looked at Cyril cynically. “Since when do I need to seek the approval of others when I make my decisions? Besides, who else would be dissatisfied with it other than you?”

Cyril’s lips trembled. He slowly clenched his fists as he looked at Jeffree, and decisively said, “Sir, Gloria is just a woman. Right now, you’re only left with me as your only son. If you’re going to continue supporting Gloria like that and make me look like a fool, who is going to inherit the Moreton Family and the Chamber of Commerce? Don’t tell me you’re really willing to hand the family over to a woman who will be marrying out?”

“You…” Jeffree slammed the report in his hand on the table and glared straight at him. Cyril, this fearless and unfilial thing, actually dared to talk to him like this. His blood rushed into his head, and he suddenly felt a little faint.

Cyril, who was still a little fearful, became completely fearless after seeing that reaction. He scoffed, “Father, Big Brother would never inherit the family’s property. All he cares about is his students. If you don’t wish to see the huge Moreton Family inheritance fall into the hands of others, you should start grooming me. Only I can let the Moreton Family continue its legacy.”

“Scram! Get out!” Jeffree threw the report on the table at Cyril.

Cyril dodged to the side and glanced at Jeffree, who was lying in the chair with his eyes closed. He smirked, picked the report up, and put it back on the table with a smile as he said, “Since Father isn’t feeling well, I will take my leave. The Chamber’s year-end gala is just a few days away. I will ask the board members to take a stand and kick Gloria out of the board.”

After saying that, Cyril left quickly before Jeffree exploded again.

Jeffree pulled out a small bottle from a drawer and twisted the cap open with his trembling hands. He lifted his head and took a big gulp. After a long while, he let out a long breath. The redness on his face faded away slowly. He opened his eyes, and the usually sharp and imposing pair of eyes had a hint of desolation in them.

Was I really wrong back then? Jeffree looked out of the window as he got lost in his thoughts. In the past, in order to make Lance inherit the family’s inheritance, he forced him to do many things, which led to Lance going to a Chaos School to become a teacher, giving up his right to the inheritance.

All these years, he had been grooming Cyril in order to make the Moreton Family continue flourishing, putting his hopes and dreams on him almost as though he was the only heir.

With such a status put on him, Cyril was naturally fearless. He would go around merry-making, and did not put any effort into running the company.

Can I only hand the family over to that lad? Jeffree frowned. His heart wavered a little before a figure flashed in his mind.

“Gloria…” Jeffree murmured. He tapped lightly on the table. This lady’s recent performance did catch him by surprise. He did not expect her to make Blue Suede Textiles Shop, which had been making a loss for several years, profit so quickly.

Just before today, he had never really considered allowing Gloria to inherit the Moreton Family.

Jeffree’s gaze became solemn once again as he scoffed, “Heh, young brat, your dad is still alive, and you already have the guts to challenge me.”

Since Ian, that old fart, can hand the Buffett Family over to the young lass, Scheer, don’t you think that I can hand Moreton over to Gloria? Rather than handing it over to that wastrel who would only cause chaos in the family, why don’t I hand it over to Gloria, who is more capable? That lass is meticulous and quite talented. If I were to put in more effort into grooming her, she wouldn’t be any worse than Lance.

“Manard,” Jeffree called out towards the door.

Manard opened the door and walked in.

“Call Mars over,” Jeffree instructed.

“Yes,” Manard replied respectfully and turned to leave.

…

“Mr, Cyril, did the talk with your father not go smoothly?” said a middle-aged man who was standing in a pavilion of the Moreton Manor with a smile as he watched Cyril walk over quickly.

“It was pretty much what Chief Bolton expected. Although the old man was very angry, all he could do was get me to scram. It seems like he had never thought of handing Moreton and the Chamber of Commerce to Gloria,” Cyril said with a soothing laugh. After living under the oppression of Jeffree for so many years, he had finally gotten back at him today.

“Chief Jeffree mocked Old Master Ian’s decision to hand the Buffett Family over to Scheer more than once. How could he hand the family over to a daughter, what more a granddaughter? The position of the chief of the Moreton Family is yours for sure, Mr. Cyril,” Bolton said with a smile, looking as though it was all within his expectations.

Cyril was elated. As he looked at Bolten, he said, “Chief Bolton, you’ve already promised to help me secure the position of chief. The first step in doing so is to kick Gloria out. This wouldn’t be a problem, right?”

“Don’t worry. The Mars Family and Dodges Family are still quite influential in the Chamber. Besides, everyone knows that you will be the chief of the Moreton Family sooner or later. As long as you request it, the board members are sure to agree. All we need is half of the board members to vote Gloria out, and even the president would not be able to stop us.”

Bolton stroked his mustache and looked at Cyril as he said, “However, after that’s done, Mr. Cyril, what you promised…”

“Don’t worry, Chief Bolton. As long as I can inherit the Moreton Family and become the head of the family, I will definitely help you become the president of the Chamber during the next election,” Cyril said with a nod.

“Very well. Mr. Cyril, you’re indeed a smart person. I’ll make a trip over to the Dodges Family right now.” Bolton’s smile became even brighter before he left.

…

“Father, why must we help Cyril? This fellow is not trustworthy. You can’t believe his words.”

In a lavish horse-drawn carriage, a young person looked at Bolton.

“Cyril is just an imbecile who cannot be groomed. As long as he becomes the chief of the Moreton Family, it will just be a matter of time before we eat him up whole. Since that’s the case, why don’t we just give him a hand?” Bolton scoffed. “It’s enough to have one Scheer. If we have another Gloria, then it will really be impossible for the Mars Family to make our mark.”