Chapter 637 - The Count’s Wife?

The entire banquet hall fell silent as everyone stared at Scheer with incredulity on their faces. They then turned to look at Mag, and were stunned by the fact that Young Mistress Scheer had personally handwritten their invitation letters.

Thus, everything that Cyril had just said had been thrown straight out the window.

Furthermore, the barbed insult that she had delivered at the end was akin to a slap in the face for Cyril.

Indeed, Scheer could invite someone to the banquet, while Cyril didn’t have that right.

Of course, everyone was more surprised by Scheer’s attitude toward Mag. For Mag’s sake, she was willing to offend Cyril, and it could even be said that she was intent on embarrassing Cyril.

Just who was this Mag? Why did Scheer hold him in such high regard?

Cyril’s smug expression immediately stiffened. Scheer’s words were like sharp pins stabbing viciously into his heart.

It was indeed true that members of the four major families had the right to invite someone to the banquet, but that right was only reserved to the leaders of those families. As such, he did not have that right.

Scheer was exposing that reality for all of the guests to hear, essentially putting him through public humiliation while stamping her superiority over him.

“Hello, Big Sister Red Dress.” Amy greeted Scheer happily as she chewed on her biscuit. She liked this big sister.

“Meow.” Ugly Duckling was hanging from Amy’s little dress by its paws, and it was looking at Amy’s biscuits with a pitiable expression.

“It’s alright, Ugly Duckling, I’ll hold you once I’m done eating,” Amy consoled.

“Meow-“Ugly Duckling turned away with a suicidal expression.

“Hello, Little Amy,” Scheer greeted her with a smile.

Cyril looked at Scheer with a dark expression, and said, “If this is a guest invited by Young Mistress Scheer, then I’m sure there won’t be any problems. It’s just that according to my knowledge, this man has insulted our Chamber of Commerce on more than one occasion, taken the spots of the restaurants of our Chamber of Commerce on the food rankings, and caused some of our board members to be thrown into jail. Does a man like him really deserve to attend our mid-year banquet? What are your intentions in inviting him?”

“What? Is that true?”

“I heard this restaurant owner say that our Chamber of Commerce will close down sooner or later.”

“You’ve heard about Ricky’s Rotisserie closing down recently, right? An ice cream shop has been opened in its place, and he’s the owner.”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“I heard he was related to the incident that got Board Members Goodenia and Devoe thrown into jail.”

“Then why would Young Mistress Scheer invite him to the banquet? Isn’t that an insult to the Chamber of Commerce?”

Cyril’s accusations immediately sent another stir running through the crowd.

Scheer’s brows furrowed slightly as she overheard the discussions being held.

A smug smile returned to Cyril’s face.

Scheer was trying to compete with Jeffree in the upcoming election, so if he could somehow throw dirt on her reputation, that would surely curry him more favor with Jeffree.

“I don’t know who you think you are, but I feel the need to debunk the slanderous claims you’re directing against me. Firstly, I am indeed very discontent with the discrimination against half-breed beings encouraged by the Chamber of Commerce. I think that if the Chamber of Commerce upholds these flawed values, it will eventually be led to ruin.

“As for Ricky’s Rotisserie, the owner challenged me to the cooking contest, and he was the one that suggested betting our restaurants, so it’s his fault that he lost his restaurant to me.

“Regarding those two board members from the Chamber of Commerce, they instructed a 4th-tier murderer to attack my restaurant, trying to kill me in the process. That was why they were thrown into the Bastie Prison. You seem to be on really good terms with those two board members? How’s your relationship with that 4th-tier murderer?”

Mag took a step toward Cyril and appraised him with a deriding sneer.

The chattering gradually died down as everyone turned their attention to Cyril. Mag’s first point was rather arrogant, but his final two points were very valid.

For businessmen in Chaos City, there were a few things that couldn’t be encroached upon, and at the top of that list was the authority of the Gray Temple.

If Cyril really were somehow related to a 4th-tier murderer, then he would never be able to become the leader of the Moreton Family.

“You… How could I possibly be related to a murderer?” A panicked expression appeared on Cyril’s face. Jeffree had warned him that he could never allow himself to be swept up in that incident again.

“If you have no relations with them, then why does it look like you’re trying to stand up for them? I must say, you’re very suspicious.” Mag’s smile grew even wider.

“They’ve already been evicted from the Chamber of Commerce, and they did everything at their own discretion. What they did has nothing to do with the Chamber of Commerce, nor myself, and I do not know much about their dealings. If what you’re saying is true, then they deserve the punishment they received.” Cyril forced himself to calm down. At this point, he could only swallow his pride and concede his defeat.

“I see. Do I still have to leave because of them, then?” Mag asked.

“Hmph.” Cyril turned around and walked away. His dignity had been swept to the ground.

All of the bystanders also began to disperse upon seeing this. Never had they expected that Mag would emerge with the moral victory from this conflict.

Scheer turned to Mag with an apologetic look, and said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Mag, I should’ve waited for you and Amy, then come into the banquet hall together with the two of you.”

“There’s no need to apologize. I am indeed rather out of place in this banquet for aristocrats, so it’s only normal for me to be antagonized,” Mag said with a smile. He was quite pleased with Scheer’s actions earlier. At the very least, it was a show of her sincerity.

“For a man of your talents, you could easily reach this status.” Scheer looked into Mag’s eyes with a smile on her face.

“You have to think twice before reaching out for some things.” Mag shook his head in response.

“You’re an interesting man, Mr. Mag.” Scheer chuckled.

“And you’re a smart woman, Young Mistress Scheer,” Mag responded in kind.

“Heh, what at lively event.”

Right at this moment, a seductive voice suddenly sounded.

A black figure with a pair of large wings appeared in the air outside of the banquet hall. She then transformed into a cloud of black mist and appeared at the banquet hall’s entrance in the blink of an eye.

The black mist receded, revealing a sexy woman with a low-cleavage dress and a servant in black robes.

“It’s her!”

“It’s Count Bartoli’s wife! She’s here again this year!”

“Hasn’t she been absent from the banquet for two years? Why is she here again this year? I heard she loves young little girls!”

After identifying who this newcomer was, the banquet hall instantly erupted into an uproar. All of the young women began to stumble back with panicked expressions in fear of being snatched away by this terrifying vampiress.

“The Count’s wife?” Madam turned to the entrance, only to find a young and seductive woman standing next to an uneasy attendant.

She appeared to be around 30 years old, with long wavy curls draping casually down her shoulders. Her green eyes were extremely seductive, and seemed to possess a soul of their own. Her face was sightly sickly pale, but that only worked to further accentuate the vibrant red of her ruby lips.

She wore a tight-fitting black dress, revealing a sliver of sexy snowy white cleavage. Slits also ran high up the sides of her dress, showing off large sections of her long well-shaped snowy white legs.

She looked down at everyone while arching her swan-like neck, appearing as if she were a proud queen.