"Grand Duke Rexham, has your Ashford Family never taught him about hierarchy and knowing one's place?" Old Bradsen's cold eyes fell on Bread as he spoke indifferently.
"What did you say!?" Bread's face instantly flushed with anger.
However, Grand Duke Rexham, who was standing beside him, reached out and stopped Bread. His eyes were fixed on the young man as he slowly addressed the patriarch, "Clan Leader Old Brad, what is the relationship between this Easterner and your Brad Family?" As he spoke, his gaze couldn't help but sweep toward Chen Fei, whose expression had remained placid from the start. A peculiar glint flashed through the depths of his eyes. Who exactly is this Eastern lad?
"What relationship?" Hearing Grand Duke Rexham's question, Old Bradsen answered slowly. "Mr. Chen is our Brad Family's most precious guest. Do you understand?"
