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

make an appearance. The

them

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

waited for 20

he doing this

of the North are not push overs! Why

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

and emotions heated up, Philip, Fennel, and Leon were sipping tea and chatting in

subordinate walked in and said anxiously, “Young Patriarch, the hall is in a mess right now. All the heads of the families are shouting and demanding to see

rush. Let them

may not be afraid, but it won’t

about it, got

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

moment, the main hall