What a nice girl. She was able to take off her cloak and relive her life. How nice.

Meanwhile, Camilla was watching from not far away as she mumbled and pulled leaves out from branches. Once she saw Mag harboring any evil intentions, she would dash out to save the damsel in distress.

However, that fellow really concealed it too well in front of others!

Who would have thought that this refined-looking man would be capable of tying such a shameless knot in that small dark room, whipping her at her softest and most sensitive spots skillfully, and even laughing strangely with a red candle…

Besides, the scariest part was that he actually recorded all of that down with a photostone!

That was simply a wolf in sheep’s clothing!!!

Camilla was howling inside. She could only wish to finish Mag off in a blow and save Gloria from that devil’s clutches.

“I will pass the money to Teacher Luna, and I will also tell her about the winter wear. She knows stuff about the children very well, and has also put in a lot of effort for them, so she really is the best person to give the things out to them,” Mag said with a smile.

“Thank you,” Gloria said gratefully. She was afraid that she would be late in delivering the things, causing the children not to get their new cotton clothes even after winter passed.

“Right, how are the sales of the new winter wear?” Mag asked curiously. He gave Gloria a few down jacket designs, but he did not follow up with it. Today, seeing that she was still wearing a windbreaker, it seemed that she had not produced the down jackets yet.

“The sample is out. It’s very beautiful and very warm, but because we have to fill the jacket with down feathers, we need to buy a lot of down feathers and then refine them before using them. The first batch of 10 down jackets is currently in the midst of production. Subsequently, production should be able to speed up.” Gloria looked at Mag with admiration, and praised, “Mr. Mag, you’re really impressive. All the clothes you designed are all so beautiful.”

“Miss Gloria, you flatter me. It’s just a little hobby of mine.” Mag waved his hand. The design inventory he had gotten from the system was still enough to last him for a few years, so there was no problem at all with continuing the pretense.

“Shameless!!!”

The system’s furious voice rang in Mag’s head.

Gloria’s eyes sparkled as she thought to herself, This little hobby is enough to awe the top tailor. Mr. Mag might be a genius designer who was held back by cooking.

Mag chatted for a while more with Gloria before he started sounding her out about the Chamber of Commerce and Jeffree.

After going through so much, he was still filled with a lot of fight and faith in overthrowing the Chamber of Commerce’s rule over Aden Square. In no time at all, he would be able to pull Jeffree down from his position and get the Chamber of Commerce to abolish the racial discrimination against mixed-bloods.

That was the first thing he wanted to do as a father and as a business owner.

Gloria was not a scheming person, so she answered all of Mag’s questions truthfully.

However, it was a pity that she did not know a lot about those things, so she could not provide Mag with any useful information.

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“In another half a month, the Chamber of Commerce will be holding their year-end celebration. Would Mr. Mag, little Amy, and the other ladies in the restaurant be willing to grace the event with your presence?” Gloria asked with a smile.

“Year-end celebration? I am not a member of the Chamber of Commerce.” Mag shook his head. He only went the last time because he was invited by Miss Scheer, but this time, he did not receive any invitation.

“I am one of the board members of the Chamber of Commerce. If you’re willing to attend, you can enter with my gold card.” Gloria pulled out a gold card and passed it to Mag.

“This…” Mag looked at the gold card and hesitated for a while before accepting it. He nodded with a smile, and said, “Alright, then I’ll have to thank Miss Gloria.”

“You’re welcome.” Gloria blushed for some reason before she bade her farewell.

Mag held the gold card in his hand and thought to himself, If it’s the year-end celebration, that would mean that the first presidential election is about to start, right? I wonder if Miss Scheer is ready to challenge Jeffree.

Camilla appeared at the table and sat in Gloria’s seat as she disdainfully said, “Do you think you’re caressing Miss Gloria’s body by fiddling with the card that still has the remnants of her warmth and scent? Pervert!”

Madam kept the card and leaned back into the chair comfortably with a smile as he countered, “Do you think that you’re already grinding on top of Miss Gloria by sitting on the seat that still has the remnants of her warmth and scent, Madam Masochist Countess?”

Camilla froze once again. How could he expose her deepest thoughts so easily?

“Let me repeat myself, I am a sadist, not a masochist!” Camilla said seriously.

Mag knew when to stop. He changed the topic of the conversation. “I wonder if Madam Countess has already considered joining our restaurant as an employee? All I need is a year, and you can take that photostone back. I will also promise to keep my mouth shut, and won’t let a third person know about it.”

“A year!” The pitch of Camilla’s voice became higher.

“Yes. But you don’t have to worry. I will still give you your salary, and you will still enjoy the same benefits as the other service staff.” Mag nodded. He took out the photostone again and started fiddling with it.

“How do I know if you’re not lying to me? You didn’t have any photostone with you that day,” Camilla said as she watched the photostone in his hand.

“Then see for yourself.” Mag tossed the photostone over casually.

Camilla caught the photostone and glanced at Mag before focusing her attention on the photostone.

“Ah… harder… harder… smack, smack, smack…”

The wanton image and sound made Camilla’s face redden in an instant.

“Scoundrel! Shameless! Pervert! Sadist!!!” Camilla threw the photostone back to Mag furiously.

“You’re the one who prepared everything. I only did this out of self-defense.” Mag shrugged innocently.

“I…” Camilla opened her mouth, but could not say anything to retort.

She suddenly found this photostone a little familiar. It seemed to be the one she’d brought out that day so that she could hand it to Miss Gloria as proof that Mag was a pervert.

Mag stood up, and told Camilla, “Alright, take off your clothes. I want to start the interview officially.”