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Chapter 786 - 503: New Hall Rules [03] The New Hall Master’s Show of Force

No one to greet them.

All the elders were left out in the cold.

Upon entering, on the left was the living room and on the right was the reception room, where fruit and tea were placed on the tables. However, it was self-service, and they had to help themselves. The fruit and tea, obviously cheap and of poor quality, looked like they were picked from some wholesale market.

For these high and mighty elders with a large entourage, it’s absolutely impossible to do it themselves. They could only sit there silently, pretending to maintain their dignified aura as elders.

But as one tried to appear more composed than the next, contemplating how to confront Nora Scott later, the anger inside them grew to the point that it could burn down the entire villa.

It’s outrageous.

Are we playing house here?!

Even if Biel Hall was poorer or more downcast, it shouldn’t be this shabby!

After about two hours, the last elder arrived. At this point, all the elders were present.

Because two elders were elderly and in poor health, they appointed proxy elders, so they did not arrive personally but sent proxies. The two proxies, in their forties or fifties, were relatively young in front of the other elders and had to nod and greet them humbly at every encounter, showcasing the deeply ingrained hierarchical system of the Hall.

"I’m actually a bit hopeful that this reform will succeed."

Standing beside her brother Barton Mansfield, Amy Mansfield looked at several elders and spoke sincerely.

Barton glanced at her, "It will definitely succeed."

"Brother, you’re confident in her?" Amy was surprised.

The reason she cooperated with all of this was partly because it was arranged by Boss Alex and partly because she followed the Hall Master’s orders. As for her personal opinion... she wasn’t very optimistic.

After all, the "change of hall rules" is such a revolutionary act that no Hall Master has ever done it to this day.

Nora Scott’s foundation is already shaky; doing this is likely to make the elders collectively impeach her.

However, seeing these elders with their exaggerated airs deteriorate, Amy inexplicably hoped Nora Scott’s revolution would succeed.

And it seemed her brother was not neutral; he already had a bias.

Barton glanced at her and spoke calmly, "Boss Alex said, if there’s one person who can modify the hall rules, it can only be her."

Amy lifted her eyes in astonishment.

Barton continued, "The old Hall Master was a virtuoso, stepping down finally; it’s impossible for him to make a mistake on such a major issue."

"But Nora Scott..."

"I heard, the last Biel Hall Master candidate was originally Nora Scott’s grandfather, Antonio Easton." Barton lowered his voice, "Antonio Easton refused, which is why it was Master Vaughn."

???

Amy was momentarily stunned.

Barton spoke no more.

...

In the front yard, a crowd of people stood around, drivers and bodyguards bunched together, exchanging puzzled looks.

At this moment ——

A slender, tall figure stepped out from the villa, the door behind slowly closing.

The aura of this person was so strong that even without seeing her, everyone’s gaze instinctively shifted toward her.

It was a woman in casual attire, her short hair flying, valiant and spirited, with an outstandingly brisk demeanor that captivated at first sight.

But, in the next instant ——

She raised her hand, but held a loudspeaker completely out of sync with her aura.

Fátima inserted one hand into her pocket, casually holding the loudspeaker, and spoke with nonchalant air, "The seven elders will stay here for seven days. During these seven days, feel free, please come back to pick them up in seven days."

"No accommodation provided?"

"Can’t wait here?"

"Under whose authority are you speaking?"

...

Blah blah blah.

Fátima furrowed her brows and cast a sweeping glance, an inexplicable fierce edge emanating from her gaze. After scanning, the noise inexplicably faded away, leaving only a group of intimidated mutes.

Everyone: Isn’t she possibly the instructor of the Biel Hall action team!

Fátima raised the identification in her hand.

Instantly, all fell silent.

In front of a genuine official organization, a semi-official organization had no confidence whatsoever.

Especially in a place as hierarchically stern as Biel Hall.

"Let’s go."

The person closest to her stared at the identification for a few seconds, intimidated, waved the group before leaving.

With someone leading, others stopped lingering, hesitated for a moment, then left one by one.

Before long, the people in the yard and cars outside disappeared without a trace.

Soon, Rosie Sullivan heard the commotion, opened the door a bit, peeked out, curiously looking at Fátima, amazedly asking, "Left already?"

"Yeah." Fátima tossed the loudspeaker back and shot her a glance, "Close the door."

"Hey!"

Rosie Sullivan caught the loudspeaker, responded, then ran out to close the iron gate of the front yard.