The First Heir

The person in front of him was none other than Fennel Leigh. This was the second time that Philip met him. This guy always moved without a trace and was all over the world. He had too many secrets. However, Philip would not ask him about those.

Fennel grinned and displayed his white teeth. With a flamboyant smile at the corner of his mouth, he held up the wine glass, motioned to Philip, and said in a lazy, magnetic voice, “Long time no see.”

Philip raised his glass and the two toasted. He said, “It’s been a while.”

Then, Fennel gestured for the two hot girls to leave and poured another glass for Philip. He leaned back, stared at the ceiling, and exhaled before saying, “It’s still better to be back in a metropolis at home.”

Philip took a sip of wine. He cut to the chase and asked, “I want to know everything about the door.”

Fennel sat up straight and took out an object from his pocket-a black card.

the Nonagon, but this one was different

card had a number on

the card

his wine in one gulp, snapped his fingers, and said, “It seems that you already know something

and handsome. Coupled with his face that could charm thousands of women and that unfathomable, cold, and unrestrained aura that radiated from him, it was nearly impossible

to Philip. He lit his, exhaled puffs of smoke, and said, “If you want to understand the door, you must first understand the Nonagon. And if you want to understand the Nonagon, you

and said, “What’s the difference between the door controlled by the Nonagon and the door of the Clarke

gathered over the past few years, that door of yours is a little strange. Or rather, very special. It’s not accessible to ordinary people. Even the disciples cannot approach that door. It will auto select the candidate

“What about the door of

object from his pocket, and