Chapter 31 School Board of Directors Convened

"To be honest, I don't want to be the first to see you."

Angers sat on the long project table, and the warm light shone through the colorful glass falling around him, illuminating the old man pushing open the ancient door.

He was leaning on a crutch, his expression was solemn and majestic. His movement of stroking the crutch revealed his long-standing temperament. He was the acting head of the Gattuso family, Frost.

"I don't want to, but I'm the only one who is punctual."

He sat upright next to Angers without saying a word, closing his eyes to prepare for the storm that would come later, and his actions declared that today's meeting would never be calm.

Then the door behind him was pushed open by a strong arm, and the burly bodyguard in a black suit stood respectfully and apologized slightly.

A golden high heel is gently stomping on the ground, and its slender calves have a thrilling beauty.

Such exaggerated high heels are usually exclusive to people like "lucky ladies", but the one who came in was a young girl with delicate facial features like a sculpture by a famous Greek artist and wearing the makeup of a European ladies.

Covered with a black veil, wearing an expensive waist-pinching skirt, and fur candles on the outside, it was like a noble girl who had just entered the social scene in Victorian times traveling through time and space, walking out of history, and coming to attend this meeting.

The slim heels were stepped on the ground, making the girl sway as she walked, but there was a queen-like look on her cold face.

"Hi! Lisa, long time no see, I'm so happy to see you here."

Anger saw her quickly, walked with big striking, and opened his arms to the girl.

"I thought I would see you later. I remember that when your mother took you to dinner, you always walked into the banquet hall with your skirt at the last moment. At this time, everyone's eyes gathered

It's in you."

"Long time no see, Angers."

The girl hugged him and gave him a gift.

"I won't be happy when you say that, as if I was deliberately late, but that's just because I've been wearing makeup for too much time."

The two of them couldn't help laughing together, thinking that they remembered happy memories.

The girl's official name is actually Elizabeth Laurent. Lisa is just a nickname that Angers can only call her. She is twenty-two years old. Her family is one of the largest syndicates in Europe, engaged in mining and finance.

She is the patriarch of this generation and a member of the school board. In the outside world, she is also a strong woman who calls for the wind and rain. Only in Angers can she show her youthfulness that is comparable to her age.

"Principal Angers."

The next school director who came in was still a girl, a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old, with long light blonde hair on her head and a little baby fat on her face, making people wonder if she is a nearby high school student

Got into this meeting by mistake.

Her little face was very serious, her standing posture was meticulous, and her noble etiquette was thoughtful and picky, just like a good student in class, a butler wearing white gloves stood behind her with his head held high and his chest held high.

"Charlotti, your studies have not been completed yet. How long will it take to go back to Cassel?"

It was another kind-hearted gift, but the dignified demeanor of the girl who was questioned could no longer be maintained, and she showed an extremely regretful expression.

"Sorry, Principal, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back to Cassel College. The Charlotte family needs me more now."

"I'm not the last one today?"

The sudden voice interrupted their conversation. The two girls and their assistants turned to look at the door, not knowing which school director was another one.

The door was opened again, and the man in a yellow sportswear pushed the door. He was about thirty or forty years old, and looked like an ordinary white-collar office worker holding a mountain bike helmet in his hand.

"Yes, you came here very early today."

I can't compare to you busy people, whether in business or in blood, I naturally got it earlier."

He said, walking to the corner of the conference table, putting down his helmet and taking a seat.

"At this time, you are either busy slaying dragons all over the world or waving US dollars in the mall to fight. I am just an ordinary office worker. The reason I can attend this meeting is purely because of traditional restrictions.

Who let my great ancestors leave a seat for me on the school board? Let me, a person with almost no dragon blood, attend such a high-level meeting."

"I'm the last one today?"

A crisp black suit, a crimson handkerchief stuffed into the pocket of her shirt, but she was twisting the red sandalwood beads in her hand. This was actually an old man who believed in Buddhism.

How ridiculous this is. The Dragon Blood Secret Party standing at the top of the mixed-race species, and one of the seven people in charge of this huge organization actually believes in Buddhism. They are the executioners of the dragon slaying.

“It’s obvious.”

The middle-aged man stood on the conference table and talked in a familiar way, as if he was very familiar with the other person, not at all as he had said as a thin blood mixed race.

"You actually got off work sooner than me today?"

The Buddhists don’t mind the difference in age and blood.

"No, I took leave, and I was forced to deduct another day's salary today."

"I told you that it's easy to come to my place to work, and the salary is higher than you now. You don't care about the superiority of mixed races. I'm not helping you, so you still have to work hard when you come to my place."

It’s like a close uncle and nephew, the caring uncle is introducing a good job to his nephew.

"No, I think my job is OK now, but the boss is a little annoyed."

The middle-aged man shrugged and refused.

"Actually, it's okay to work at Kassel Academy. Here you can also appreciate the young girls, who have the magic that shakes summer."

Angers also got into the topic,

"And you are not the last one today, and the one who has never attended is coming today. The Secret Party report from a few months ago should be presented to you.

The last blood descendant of the Romanov family, in history, will officially come to the front of the stage after returning to the secret party's arms for more than ten years, becoming a firm believer of Abraham's blood contract, and on the battlefield of the dragon slaying

A sharp blade.”

As soon as he said, the dusty door was pushed open again, and the Russian girl in a dress was like a delicate doll. Even Frost opened her eyes to look at the last school manager.

But seeing her next actions, all the school directors were stunned. This preparatory school director who had been recorded was respectfully moved away from her position and did what the doorkeeper should do.

He was an extremely young boy. He was wearing strange clothes, and the composition of the suit could be seen with the naked eye. There were two long skirts and armors on the hem of the jacket, which was the style of ancient Chinese clothing.

The clothing outlines the traditional Chinese cloud patterns and wave patterns, which represent wishfulness and majesty, and is set with square victory patterns. This is a symbol of longevity in China. The biggest pattern is the animal face pattern on the back, which is mysterious and ancient.

significance.

This unprecedented way of dressing is definitely not popular in any mainstream country in the world, but the artistic sense he exudes is faintly beyond the dresses worn by everyone present.

What is their identity? The dresses they wear are designed by top designers, and every slightest of art is the ultimate in everyone's mind. Not everyone can beat the bullet.

"Lu Mingfei."

He was polite and said his name, and owed everyone a little.

Newcomer and new books, recommended by all the big guys, collection and walking.

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Chapter completed!