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.”

After saying that, the sturdy and aged figure that was still full of vigor said to the guard behind him, “Tell

the nine of them not to make any rash moves. No one is allowed to make a move against the Clarke

family without my order.”

“Yes, Pavilion Master!” the guard bowed and replied.

***

Meanwhile, far away in the most central area of the capital city, the vast and magnificent Imperial

Palace that was nearly ten miles in circumference was full of heavily armed combat personnel. This

was the place where orders were issued throughout the country.

It was also a place that countless people revered and admired.

Imperial Palace.

It was a magnificent and tall building that had survived hundreds of years in history and still stood here.

In the Imperial Palace, combatants equipped with the most advanced weapons could be seen

everywhere. Every door leading into the Imperial Palace was heavily guarded by soldiers.

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!’