Jacob Weatherby stood at the gates of the Young Family, drenched in sweat.
He had gone all out, bringing along every rare calligraphy scroll, gold, and silver jewelry the Weatherby Family possessed, with the Weatherby Family Descendants kneeling in orderly rows, lifting these treasures high above their heads!
Respect, sincerity, it was all there!
Now, Jacob Weatherby's only worry was that he might not get to see the Supreme Lord!
The nineteenth concubine, ah...
In truth.
Under normal circumstances, Julius Reed would never see him.
By refusing to meet, he could maintain an air of unpredictability, causing fear in the other four families, leaving them restless, sleepless, consumed with worry and unease!
The kind of enigmatic yet terrifying figure that inspired true dread!
But now.
Julius Reed, eager to escape the battlefield without smoke or fire, had no choice but to grant Jacob Weatherby an audience.
Money is never enough, is it?
What an obnoxious name!
