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.

clamor was good. At least, it would intimidate Mr. Clarke and let him know that the North was not that

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

the hell? He invited them here, but he was

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

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

he doing this

push overs! Why are we still sitting here and

noticed the rising emotions 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,

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

rush. Let them shout. We’ll be there in a

and said, “Young Patriarch Clarke, wait no longer. You may not be afraid, but it won’t be good

about it, got

that said, Philip left the side hall first and walked

main hall