A Stay-at-home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World 640 Best-Dressed!

The discussion regarding who would receive the t.i.tle of best-dressed for the night was slowly becoming more heated among the women. All of them were praising Scheer and Camilla while also throwing in snide compliments for each other. Even if they couldn't win best-dressed for the night in the context of the entire banquet, it would still be quite pleasing to win best-dressed in their circle.

It was actually very simple to make a woman happy at times.

Meanwhile, Cyril had already shuffled away after being scolded by Michael. He took a glance at Mag with an expression of resentment intermingled with wariness.

The little half-elf girl had two 10th-tier great magic casters as her masters, but as long as he didn't do anything too out of line to the girl, there would be no problems. However, it was quite clear that the city lord was also on very friendly terms with Mag, and that was making him quite cautious.

In Chaos City, the city lord's castle and the Gray Temple were the most powerful forces. Even the president of the Chamber of Commerce had to abide by the laws of Chaos City.

Cyril withdrew his gaze from Mag, and began to search through the crowd for his target. He had heard that Gloria was also going to attend the banquet, but he hadn't heard her name being announced, and he couldn't seem to see her, either.

She hasn't appeared in any public settings for years, so she must have chickened out! A deriding sneer appeared on Cyril's face as he thought to himself, How is a little brat like her going to compete with me? Even her father was no match for me; she's just a kid who doesn't know anything.

"Didn't they say that that b*tch, Gloria, is also going to come? Why haven't I seen her?" Herny whispered to Herty.

"You think she has the right to attend a banquet like this? Is she going to turn up with her face hidden under that veil of hers?" A disdainful look appeared on Herty's face.

"Hahaha, she's probably hiding in a corner and eating like a dog somewhere." Herny's mood was also improving at the thought of Gloria's pathetic display.

In the crowd, Mickey looked around for a long while before turning to Lance as he asked, "Father, didn't Big Sister say that she's going to come today?"

"She did say she was going to come. I hope nothing's happened to her." A concerned look appeared on Debra's face.

"It's alright, she's probably just been caught up at her textiles shop. Maybe she'll turn up soon." Lance put down his gla.s.s of wine and offered Debra a few words of consolation, but he was also quite concerned himself.

Jeffree and Michael had only just taken their seats in the VIP area when a middle-aged man in black robes rushed over to them before whispering in Jeffree's ear, "President…"

"She's late?" Jeffree glanced at the entrance, and was silent for a while before nodding expressionlessly.

"Yes." The man nodded before rus.h.i.+ng away. He soon reached the entrance before whispering something in the attendant's ear.

The attendant's expression immediately eased significantly as he stood up straighter. He looked at the invitation letter in his hand, and announced, "Gloria Moreton from Blue Suede Apparel is here!"

"Huh? There's someone else?"

"Haven't the city lord and president always been the last to arrive at these banquets? And who's this Gloria Moreton?"

"Blue Suede Apparel? Why haven't I ever heard of this shop? Is it a renowned one?"

"The shop isn't anything special. I'm not sure, but I think Young Mistress Gloria is the president's granddaughter, and she just became one of the candidates to the Moreton Family's heirloom recently. Could it be that the president is trying to hint at something by making her arrive at the banquet last?"

The attendant's words immediately sent a stir running through the crowd as everyone turned to look at the entrance.

All of them wanted to know just who this young mistress of the Moreton Family was to dare to arrive after the city lord and the president.

"She actually came?" Cyril was slightly surprised to hear this. He then took a glance at the VIP area, and burst into laughter as he said, "If you're late, then you might as well not turn up! This is nothing but an insult to the president! Looks like her idiocy is also rubbing off on Mars."

"Big Sister Gloria?" Amy's eyes lit up as she turned to face the entrance.

Mag also turned in that direction with an expectant gaze. The decision that she had made was very bold, but he liked it.

"Is she supposed to be really beautiful?" Vivian raised her eyebrow as she also turned toward the entrance.

"I didn't think that b*tch would actually dare to turn up. How dare she come late to a banquet like this? I look forward to seeing Grandpa punish her later." Herty and Herny were taking pleasure in what they thought was going to be Gloria's imminent misfortune.

Gloria… Is she going to be my rival in the future? Scheer turned to the entrance with an intrigued gaze.

Right at this moment, a gorgeous figure in a blue dress appeared at the top of the staircase, and the entire room seemed to have dimmed slightly in the face of her dazzling radiance.

She was an exquisite beauty with long golden hair tied up into a bun. However, what was far more eye-catching was the gorgeous blue dress that she wore, which was like an artistic masterpiece. The dress accentuated her slender waist and draped onto the ground behind her like an artistic cloud. The bold bare-back design further highlighted her beauty by exposing her chiseled thin shoulder and her snowy white back.

There was a thin platinum necklace around her swan-like neck, from which a bright blue teardrop-shaped pendant was hanging, dangling right in front of the center of her collarbone.

s.e.xy and pure.

Those two words that seemed to reside on different extremes of a spectrum were perfectly personified by her in that moment.

It was as if she were glowing, and onlookers simply couldn't look away.

The entire banquet hall had fallen completely silent. Everyone was looking at her in disbelief regardless of whether they were a man, woman, or animal.

"Wow! So beautiful!" Amy praised with her mouth gaping wide open.

"Indeed, she's so beautiful," Vivian chimed in earnestly. She discovered that she was unable to look away.

"Who is she? I feel like this is the best prey I've found in decades!" Camilla's eyes also gradually lit up.

"She's so beautiful! How can there be such a beautiful person and such a beautiful dress in this world?"

"That dress is absolutely amazing! It's so unique, and the bare-back design is the epitome of perfection!"

"I feel like she is by far the best-dressed of the night! I wonder where Young Mistress Gloria got that dress from; I also want one custom-made for myself!"

All of the women present were in an uproar. They were staring at Gloria's dress with glowing eyes as if they wanted nothing more than to rush over and strip it off her body for their own possession.

"H-how could this be? How… How could that b*tch have such a beautiful dress?" Herty was completely dumbfounded.

"It definitely isn't hers! And how dare she wear such revealing clothes? What a shameless s.l.u.t… Grandpa is surely going to punish her severely for this!" Herny was still trying to put down Gloria, but it was apparent from her expression that she had been dealt a heavy blow.

Mag took a glance at Herty and Herny before divulging a morsel of wisdom. "Humility lies in one's heart, not their attire."

He was very pleased with this late entry for best-dressed for the night.