The First Heir

Ernest frowned but did not betray any other emotions. He turned to Cyril and asked in a low voice, “What’s going on?”

Cyril shook his head and said, “Don’t worry, Villa Master Turner. With such a big banquet and so many reporters outside, I don’t think Mr. Clarke would dare to do anything. It’s probably a closed-door banquet.”

Hearing that, Ernest nodded and made no further comment. However, it was different for the other heads of families.

Everyone started discussing.

“What’s going on? Why did they close the door? Is this a trap?”

“This is outrageous! How dare they do this in the North? Do they have any respect for the families at all?”

“Hmph! I want to see what Mr. Clarke is going to do tonight!”

The discussions grew louder, but Ernest and Cyril chose to watch in silence.

let

Philip and the others still did not make an appearance. The heads of the families

invited them here, but

made the heads of families a little flustered. Such flustered emotions slowly spread from a few people to the

20 minutes. Why is Mr.

right? Is he

it! The disciple families of the North are not push overs! Why are we still sitting here and

in the hall but remained unperturbed. It was better if they caused a fuss. That way, they would have a

the clamor grew louder and emotions heated up, Philip, Fennel, and

a subordinate walked in and said anxiously, “Young Patriarch, the hall is in a mess right now. All the heads of the

no rush. Let them

be afraid, but it won’t be

about it, got up, and

that said, Philip left the side hall first and walked toward

moment, the main hall