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.

Mr. Clarke and let him know that the North was not that easy to

for ten minutes, Philip and the others still did not make an appearance. The heads of the families in the hall grew

them

point was that the door was locked and this made the heads of families a little flustered.

for 20 minutes. Why is Mr. Clarke not

he doing

are not push overs!

the rising emotions in the hall but remained unperturbed. It was better if they caused a

up, Philip, Fennel, and Leon were sipping tea and

this moment, 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 and demanding

rush. Let them shout. We’ll

be afraid, but it won’t

it, got up,

said, Philip left the side hall

the main hall was