They did not expect that Ozrell would actually be aware of their thoughts despite remaining in the hall all day. If he got angry, their entire lineage could be in jeopardy!
“Of course, Old Mr. Ozrell. I will truthfully convey them to my father,” Yorath said. His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he trembled as he spoke.
“Leave now...”
With a wave of Ozrell’s hand, Jared and the rest were sent out of the hall in the blink of an eye. As they exited the hall, the atmosphere in the Seizon family was extremely tense.
If it weren’t for Jared and the others still being in the ancestral land, Enrique and Lawrence might have already clashed with each other.
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