The man who made Yara's dream come true was still sitting calmly in the hall. If it were not for all the people around, she might have just run over and kissed him right then and there.

Andrew was the first to applaud, grinning. "Congratulations, Ms. Yara. Truly, congratulations!"

The rest of the Wrights followed, breaking into applause—some with envy, some with bitterness, and others with genuine smiles and quiet sighs.

Suddenly, Andrew looked toward the two stiff figures in the corner. "Mr. Isaac, Mr. Lennon, why aren't you clapping? Are you… not happy about Ms. Yara becoming the new head of the family?"

Isaac and Lennon felt like murdering someone on the spot. They thought Andrew was not just a thorn in their side—he knew how to twist the knife right into their pride.

"Congratulations, Yara… for being the new head of the family," they muttered. Their clapping was forced, and their grins looked more painful than cheerful.

Seated at the head of the room, Yara took a deep b