Chapter 237: A Damned Half-elf
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The other board mbers looked toward Scheer with surprise.
The president of the Chamber of Comrce was elected for a period of five years. The four founder families had the right to run for president, and only the mbers of the chamber got to vote.
The four heads of the founder families had all been the president before, but after the elders of the Dodge and Marquis Family died, the two families had declined. Even Ian Buffet had declared that he would no longer run for president 15 years ago.
Many mbers might have forgotten the fact that the president was elected for a term of five years if not for Scheer. Jeffree had presided over the chamber for over 20 years; it seed his na had already beco a synonym for the president.
No one dared to challenge his authority. Until now.
The other board mbers, who knew Scheer to be a strong woman, were wondering who would win in the end—the ambitious foxy lady or the sly old fox.
Jeffree stopped and looked back. “I accept your challenge, kid. You will fail like the kids of the Dodge and the Marquis Family,” he said in a dismissive tone.
“The old ways have to go,” Scheer said, rising to her feet. “If you keep on rigging the competition, you’ll surely lose.”
Jeffree smiled thinly. “I can’t wait to see that happen.” He walked off.
Scheer’s lips curved in a sexy smile. Don’t worry. I won’t make you wait very long. After slipping the coin into her sleeve, the voluptuous woman walked towards the door without even casting a glance at the other n.
“Please see to it that every mber gets a copy of this list,” the middle-aged man said, wiping the sweat from his face, and left quickly.
The atmosphere lightened after that.
“What happened to your hair and brows, Goodenia? I almost laughed at the eting!” a man said, laughing.
“A kid did this to ! Can you f*cking believe that?” Goodenia said angrily.
Devoe was taken aback. “A kid? You must be joking!” They had known each other for more than 20 years, and beco the board mbers at the sa ti this year. They both liked to exploit their position to eat out for free.
They were rich, but to them food tasted better when they didn’t have to pay for it. They always ate in the mber restaurants, or the restaurants that wanted to beco mbers. They were both shaless.
“I wish I were. Have you ever been to the Mamy Restaurant in the western corner of the square? The kid is the daughter of the owner there. A damned half-elf! The owner spoke ill of our chamber. He said he would never join, and that he was looking forward to seeing it gone!”
“I’ve never been there before. Why don’t we go there now? I’ll make them regret for what they had done to you!” Devoe said, angry.
“Just us two? I...” Goodenia said reluctantly.
“Don’t worry. I’ll have Johnnie co with us. He’s a 3rd-tier magic caster, one of my best,” Devoe said confidently.
Goodenia’s face lit up. “I owe you one, buddy.” He had hired several 3rd-tier magic casters himself, but he needed them to watch over his business. “They even hired a half-dragon as a waitress...”
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Mag smiled when he found his new cooking utensils and ingredients.
Amy, Yabemiya, and Sally were listening to the music box. Mag took a look at them, and muttered, “One chicken drumstick is enough to make eight bowls of braised chicken, but they must be hungry, so I guess I’ll cook a whole drumstick.” He cut a drumstick off with the golden knife and put the rest in the fridge. This chicken could last them days.
Then, he cut it into pieces. The at was softer and fattier than the drumsticks provided by the system. He needed to tweak his cooking thod a little if he wanted to make the chicken perfect.
He was handling every ingredient with skill.
Sally turned to look to the kitchen, and wondered what it would taste like.
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