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.

card from the Nonagon, but this

card had a number

Nonagon?” Philip picked up the card and looked at it

his fingers, and said, “It seems that you already know

very tall and handsome. Coupled with his face that could charm thousands of women and that unfathomable, cold, and unrestrained

to the window on the side and took out a cigarette from his jacket dashingly while tossing one to Philip. He lit his, exhaled puffs of smoke, and said, “If you want to understand the door, you must first understand the

between the door controlled by the Nonagon and the door of the Clarke

the information I have 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

asked, “What about the

pocket, and flicked it with his finger to throw