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 him know that the North was not that easy to take

make an appearance. The heads of the families in

He invited them here, but he

was that the door was locked and this made the heads of families a little flustered. Such flustered emotions slowly

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

right? Is he doing this

disciple families of the North are not push overs! Why are we still sitting

noticed the rising emotions in the hall but remained unperturbed. It was better if

up, Philip, Fennel, and Leon

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

no rush. Let them shout. We’ll be

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

got up, and

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

the main