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.

least, it would intimidate Mr. Clarke and let

did not make an appearance. The heads of the families in the hall

them here, but he was

door was locked and this made the heads of families a little flustered. Such flustered emotions slowly spread from a few people to the entire

the hell? We’ve waited for 20 minutes. Why is Mr. Clarke not here

right? Is he doing this

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

clamor grew louder and emotions heated up, Philip, Fennel, and Leon were sipping tea and chatting in the side

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

“It’s no rush. Let

up and said, “Young Patriarch Clarke, wait no longer. You may not be afraid, but it won’t be good if the fuss continues. Let’s go over

got

hall

moment, the main