Chapter 998
Just as the Soranos’ executives and retainers almost came to an agreement, an authoritative voice barked from the doorway, “What’s going on here?!”
Silence quickly ensued, with most of them keeping their heads down in reverence while an old man shuffled inside.
His back was hunched and his visage ancient, but he carried himself with authority.
He stood in the middle of the crowd, his eyes piercing studying everyone.
It was none other than Zico Sorano, the head of the Sorano family, himself.
“Brother.” Tony approached him and told him everything that had happened, keeping his narrative neutral as he reported the facts of what he had
seen.
“Hmm… an Ascendant rank named Frank Lawrence?”
Zico was focused on Frank, barely paying the writhing Willy any attention as he thought to himself in silence.
Soon, he smiled enigmatically, with even the wrinkles on his face smoothening.
“Well, that’s decided.” He chuckled. “Come tomorrow and send an escort with Willy to apologize to Frank Lawrence. Remember to be solemn and sincere do your best not to upset the boy.”
“Why, Father?!”
Emilio was the first to protest, springing to his feet and bellowing, “He hurt your grandson, and in our own house! It’s a slap in our collective faces, and we’re supposed to apologize?! We’d be making ourselves a laughing stock!”
Zico appeared unaffected despite Emilio questioning his orders. He turned toward the other key members and retainers of his family, asking calmly, “Does anyone here agree with Emilio?”
No one spoke up at his question-Emilio only dared to because he was Zico’s son, and that was not a privilege the others had.
And they knew Zico. They must either obey him, or else.
Nonetheless, Tony soon strode up as well, speaking politely, “Brother, I’m afraid I don’t understand this either. The enemy has come and attacked us in our own house, so why are we apologizing instead? Isn’t this a slap to our face, as Emilio’s put it?”
“Hoho…”
Zico chuckled, shaking his head but somehow not upset like he usually would be when others question him. “None of you get it, do you? What if I told you that the boy is really Donn Lawrence, the son of the Lord of the Southern Woods who supposedly went missing in South Sea three years ago?”
“What?!”
“That boy… the only son of the Lord of the Southern Woods?”
“Mystic Sky Sect… Donn Lawrence…”
The key members and retainers of the Sorano family needed minutes to digest the bombshell.
They certainly had no idea how Zico knew, but his judgment was always on the money.
Zico then sighed, clearly wary of the Lord of the Southern Woods. “I’m sure we all know how protective that man is toward his son. If we se much as lay a finger on the kid, he’d be on our doorstep the day after.”
“Then, what? Are we supposed to just take this lying down?” Emilio exclaimed in grief and frustration.
