Chapter 233

Chapter 233 Stefan Arrives In reality, Damarion had underestimated Emrys‘ magnanimity, but he didn’t dare to gamble on it. If he was wrong, he had to admit it.

Thus, amid a bout of anxious waiting, he couldn’t tell how many hours had passed.

Boom!

A helicopter descended in a spiral directly overhead, from which emerged a woman of fine figure pushing out a wheelchair. Seated in the wheelchair was none other than the patriarch of the Cooper family, Stefan.

Slap!

Stefan’s face was stern, holding a sapphire walking stick in his hand. The moment he saw Mason, he swung the cane at the latter, cursing, “You beast!”

In a rush, Mason fell to his knees, pleading, “Grandpa, I realized my mistake.”

“The person you should be kneeling before isn’t me. Damarion, take him to Apricot Hall to kneel in punishment.”

“Yes!” answered Damarion.

A group of people hurriedly rushed toward Apricot Hall. As for the direct flight, they dared not approach within the fixed range of Apricot Hall, fearing they would once again offend the Manifestor grandmaster.

Emrys was in Apricot Hall, explaining the techniques of acupuncture to Duncan when he suddenly saw Mason and his group approaching. He had roughly guessed their purpose for returning, so he didn’t react much. On the contrary, it was Duncan who immediately became anxious.

“These two damn flies actually dared to come back. I’m going out to give them a piece of my mind!”

Duncan puffed out his cheeks and glared, even going as far as to grab a broom.

Trembling slightly, he was about to block the door, determined not to let that group of people in.

He was indeed a very vindictive old man.

Especially those who dared to disrespect Emrys, Duncan would ruthlessly add them to his blacklist.

It was clear that Mason, along with Damarion, had already been added to his blacklist.

Hmph, these two annoying flies actually dared to call for backup. And not just any backup. They even called for an old man in a wheelchair. Who do they think they’re looking down on? Duncan stormed out the door, broom in hand, ready to unleash a tirade!

However, before he could even start, he saw the old man in the wheelchair strike Mason’s leg with a stick, bellowing, “Kneel down!”

Thud!

Arrives Mason knelt down.

Duncan was taken aback. It seemed that this group of people didn’t return to cause trouble but rather to apologize. Although, why did they suddenly feel the need to apologize? Weren’t they quite arrogant before?

Previously, when Emrys was confronting Damarion, he did not make a move, nor did he make any noise. It was simply a straightforward exchange of glances.

For a true expert, sometimes a mere exchange of glances was enough to determine who was superior.

After all, someone directly involved in a situation had a clearer understanding of it than an outsider.

Duncan was merely an observer. He saw Damarion uttering about favors or something of the sort before Emrys said the Cooper family’s favor was worth nothing before the visitors all departed.

That confounded Duncan.

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In the mindset of an ordinary person, that group should have returned with a sense of dissatisfaction, intending to stir up more trouble. However, what Duncan hadn’t expected was to step outside, only to find Mason kneeling on the ground.

Stefan said, “My apologies, sir. My grandson was disrespectful and offended both you and your master.

I have already reprimanded him, and this time, I have specifically brought him here to apologize.”

Stefan was in his sixties, a good ten years younger than Duncan. There was nothing wrong with referring to Duncan as sir.

Moreover, on the way there, Damarion had already briefed Stefan on the basic situation. Therefore, Stefan knew that the elderly man before him was indeed the student of the Manifestor grandmaster.

Showing a bit of respect was necessary, Stefan believed.

The anger in Duncan’s heart suddenly didn’t/know how to vent. In the end, it only transformed into a cold snort as Duncan said, “Apologizing to me is useless. You should apologize to my master!”

As he was saying those words, Emrys had just stepped out of Apricot Hall, looking indifferently at that group of people.

Upon seeing Emrys, Stefan couldn’t help but feel a jolt of surprise in his heart. Indeed, the doctor is very young!

Earlier, Damarion had mentioned that the Manifestor grandmaster was quite young, probably just over twenty. Stefan had already had an idea about that, but when he saw the person himself, he still couldn’t help but be surprised.

Had it not been known in advance, who would dare to believe that the young man before their eyes was a Manifestor grandmaster?

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