Harvey York sipped his tea.

“One: you’re the leader of Heaven’s Gate. Surely I have to come along since you’ve invited me. This is my way of supporting you as well as to consolidate your position.”

Prince Gibson froze momentarily.

“Thank you, Sir York.”

“Two: I wanted to see if the mighty Young Master Miles would also despise the John family after being disrespected like this.

“After all, a young master who had been fed through a silver spoon his entire life wouldn’t handle such loss lightly.

“He’d probably want to slap Blaine around while trying to strangle me to death at the same time.

“If not, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.”

Prince froze before he understood the situation.

“You’ve really thought everything through, Sir York! I’m impressed!

“After this, no matter what kind of relationship the Council of Myth or the Immortal Pavilion has with Blaine…

“Cracks will surely start to form between them.

“Things like this aren’t repairable at all. It’d only turn worse