The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes) novel Chapter 1948

Entering the hall, Giada turned around and glanced at the situation outside the door. The personnel in combat uniforms had really taken over the entire Cirrus Villa.

“Damn it!” Giada punched the sofa angrily before she quickly dialed a number and said coldly, “Why did the Imperial Preceptor take action? Is the Gentleman Court just going to stand by and watch as Philip Clarke makes his return?”

On the other end of the phone, a calm and weather beaten voice rang out, “The Imperial Preceptor’s move was within my expectation. Your Wallis family shouldn’t interfere in this matter any longer. The change in the game is not something you can deal with.”

After saying that, the call was hung up.

The line of sight shifted to a luxurious manor somewhere in the mountains. A stoic and weather-beaten figure wearing a black suit was standing in a small garden and looking up at the sky with his hands behind his back

A servant hurried over at this time, handed him a phone, and said, “My lord, a call from Miss Clarke.”

“Hmm.”

The figure slowly turned around. With a resolute face that carried a sense of having gone through the vicissitudes of life, he took the phone and asked indifferently, “How is it?”

On the other end of the phone, Rachel’s self reproaching voice came. “My lord, the item has been stolen and so was the plan. I await your punishment.”

Unexpectedly, he calmly laughed and said, “Okay, I see. Don’t blame yourself. I did this on purpose. Some things have been buried in the dust for too long and it’s time for them to see the sunlight.”

“But my lord, didn’t you say that the plan concerns your life and death?” On the other end of the phone, Rachel asked.

“Life and death are unpredictable. There’s no need to be too obsessed. l have my own arrangements.”

At this moment, inside a magnificent hall in the depths of the Imperial Palace. The hall was full of golden carved beams and pillars, looking very grand. Eight pillars supported the hall, built from Gold Rush Dawn Redwood. They were so big that only about three adults could carry one. The pillars were painted with red lacquer and carved with dragons and phoenixes, looking very majestic.

At this moment, at the back of the stairs with nine steps, there was a man wearing a pure white robe with a golden dragon and fire phoenix embroidered on it. He was behind a desk. He looked about 50 years old and had sideburns as well as a small mustache. He looked languid and somewhat sloppy. Holding a calligraphy pen in his hand, he wrote big characters on a piece of light golden paper.

After he finished writing, he smiled confidently and asked a middle-aged man in a black tunic suit and glasses beside him, “Look at my writing. What do you think?”

The man bowed and took a step forward. On top of the desk, one word was written on the light golden paper printed with gold dragon and fire phoenix patterns.

‘Clarke!’