“Blaine John and Westley Wright probably wouldn’t cause trouble at the wake, but…”

Azrael Bolton dipped his finger in his tea before writing something on the coffee table.

“Evermore!”

The simple name was enough to shock everyone.

The higher-ups also changed their expressions before looking at each other.

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“Bastard! That bastard!

“I’ll fucking kill him!

“How dare he disrespect me and Young Master Emery?! How dare he slap me in the face?!

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t even survive to spend the money I gave him!”

Golden Sands, in the John family’s courtyard.

Westley was in a frenzy. He instantly kicked an exquisite-looking coffee table to the ground, scattering pastries and tea all over the floor.

A few beautiful women arranged to serve him were also slapped aside.

Westley looked horrible.

He belonged to the Wright family, the head of the top ten families.

Even if he were just a relative, he would still be pampered to no end whenever he attended any high-class establishment.