The annual mid-year banquet was always held at the main branch of the Chamber of Commerce, in a banquet hall that was five to six meters tall and over 10,000 square meters in area. It was able to house several thousand people at once.The sky had only just turned dark, and the brightly lit banquet hall had already become the most eye-catching star in the entirety of Chaos City.
There were already many lavish horse-drawn carriages parked outside the main branch of the Chamber of Commerce, and portly businessmen began to make their way out of the carriages, accompanied by well-dressed women. As they walked toward the banquet hall, they began to make small talk with each other, putting on a display of harmony and festivity.
Dazzling lights illuminated the entire banquet hall as beings from all types of species interacted joyfully with each other. Waiters roamed the banquet hall, weaving through the crowd while offering platters of glittering and translucent wine.
The women were already competing over who had the best outfit. All of them had put on amicable facades, but their words were barbed with thorns as they put down others and boasted about themselves.
Of course, the best criterion to determine who was dressed the best came in the form of the attention one received from men. That was a universal and indisputable indicator.
The entrance to the banquet hall was positioned several meters higher than the floor, so there was a staircase leading down into the hall from the entrance. The attendants at the door verified everyone"s invitation letters before announcing their arrival by loudly declaring their names.
"Board Member of the Chamber of Commerce, Cyril Moreton is here."
The attendant"s voice was loud yet not intrusive, and most of the people in the banquet hall heard the announcement.
Everyone"s eyes instantly lit up as they turned toward the entrance of the banquet hall.
Cyril Moreton was the number one candidate to inherit the Moreton Family heirloom.
It was said that a certain young mistress of the Moreton Family had also become a candidate to the heirloom, but in everyone"s eyes, there was no way that she would be able to come out on top in a compet.i.tion against Cyril.
While it was indeed true that Cyril had developed a rather bad reputation in the past few years, the vast majority of people in the business world were much more focused on securing profit rather than establis.h.i.+ng a good reputation anyway.
If they could converse with Young Master Cyril and make his acquaintance, perhaps they would be able to get closer to the Moreton Family in the future.
Cyril wore a set of lavish green and red robes as he entered the banquet hall. He stood at the top of the staircase for a while, basking in the widespread attention he was receiving, and his heart was fluttering slightly. If he were to become the leader of the Moreton Family, then he would also become the president of the Chamber of Commerce.
As for Gloria, she was just an insignificant little girl.
Cyril walked down the staircase with his chin raised slightly. His wife and twin daughters followed along behind him, also with their heads raised in a haughty manner.
Herty and Herny were wearing dresses that were custom-made by the best tailor in Chaos City, Master Quill. Their gold and silver dresses were extremely dazzling under the bright lights, but the excessive application of foundation on their faces created a slightly jarring sight to behold. However, it was still something that drew attention to them.
"Young Master Cyril"s two young daughters are so beautiful, as are their dresses."
"Indeed. Those dresses were definitely made by Master Quill; they look absolutely stunning."
The guests were not sparing their words of praise in the slightest.
Smug smiles appeared on the faces of both Herty and Herny. This was their favorite time of the year.
With the Moreton Family behind them, they would alway be thrust into the spotlight during these banquets and receive countless compliments from all of the guests.
"Manager of Buffett Banks, Young Mistress Scheer Buffett is here." Before Cyril had made it to the end of the hall, the attendant"s voice sounded again. However, it was clear that he had raised his voice a few more octaves on this occasion.
Almost instantaneously, everyone turned to face the entrance.
A scorching red dress, a pair of vibrant ruby lips; the woman standing at the top of the staircase was someone that they could only look up to.
Scheer Buffett.
A legendary name for a legendary woman.
It still remained to be seen whether the 35-year-old Cyril would become the leader of the Moreton Family, but the 18-year-old Scheer had already inherited the entire Buffett Family as well as Buffett Banks, making Cyril pale in comparison.
Her exuberant red dress complemented her skin to perfection and accentuated her gorgeous figure to an exceptional degree. Her long wavy curls only contributed to her charm, making people forget that she was only a young 18-year-old woman.
"She"s so beautiful! I feel like I should also buy a red dress."
"Her skin is so great as well! I feel like if I were to squeeze her cheek, water would come out! I wonder what she uses to wash her face every day."
"I heard Young Mistress Scheer is going to partic.i.p.ate in the election to become the president of the Chamber of Commerce. I wonder if she"ll succeed."
"I think she has a good chance. Buffett Banks is only becoming more and more powerful. I"ve heard that even the king of the Roth Empire has agreed to protect the Buffett Banks branches in the Roth Empire."
"Young Mistress Scheer is still the most exceptional among the younger generation of the four major families!"
All of the women were frantically discussing Scheer"s appearance, while the men were also extending praise toward her. All of a sudden, Cyril"s family was cast into the shadows.
All of the attention on him abruptly disappeared, and his expression immediately darkened. Those words of praise directed at Scheer felt like vicious slaps to the face for him.
The old man was unwilling to hand down his inheritance; even at 35 years of age, he was still only a candidate to inherit the heirloom. Now, even Gloria had been given the same right, which was simply downright insulting for him. With that in mind, he sped up and quickly walked into the crowd.
Herty turned back to glower at Scheer, and spat through gritted teeth, "That accursed woman!"
"I hope this b*tch slips and falls down the stairs!" Herny was also appraising Scheer with a vicious look.
However, right after she said that, she wobbled on her high heels and tumbled down the stairs. As she did so, she grabbed onto Herty for support, and they fell together, screaming loudly as they did so. In the end, the two of them ended up face-planting onto the ground, much to the amus.e.m.e.nt of the guests at the banquet.
The two sisters were helped to their feet by the surrounding guests; they weren"t injured by their fall, but their faces were bright red, and they wanted to die to escape this embarra.s.sment.
Scheer looked down at the farcical scenes unfolding down below, and a smile appeared on her face. She paid the two sisters no heed as she slowly walked down the stairs in a regal and elegant manner.
"Young Mistress Scheer is here already, so the city lord and the president should be coming next, right?"
"That should be the case. There"s a set sequence for these events, after all."
The guests were quietly discussing among themselves. It appeared that Young Mistress Scheer"s red dress was going to leave the deepest impression on everyone again. There was most likely going to be a spike in popularity in red dresses on the streets of Chaos City after tonight.
The attendant looked at the invitation letter that had just been handed to him, and hesitated momentarily before making his announcement. "M… Mag from Mamy Restaurant is here."
"Hmm?"
Many people turned toward the entrance.
"So much delicious food!"
A little half-elf girl in a pink Han Dynasty dress was looking at the banquet hall down below with an excited expression.