The other person was an older-looking man, but Stephan had never seen one in all his years at the Zaccardi Family.
The other person met him and smiled kindly, "It's Mr. Stephan, isn't it?"
Stephan was stunned and thought to himself, "I haven't seen this one before, is it because there is someone else around York?
However, he only dared to ponder it in his mind and did not dare to ask more questions.
Only nodding his head, he responded, "Yes."
"Sir has been waiting for you for a long time, please follow me."
The man led him all the way to the island's estate.
Because it was dark, Stephan couldn't remember the way, but he had a vague feeling that he had taken many turns, like walking in a maze, not the same way he had taken the last time he came to see York.
The doubts in his heart could not help but deepen, but in the end, he pressed on, all did not ask.
As the two walked into an antique manor house, another winding path led to a long time before, finally, stopping in front of a carved wooden door.
The old man stood outside the door and shouted, "Sir, Mr. Stephan has arrived."
A man's clear voice came from inside, "Come in."
Stephan's mind was blown.
This is not the voice of York.
York, after all, is old, more than fifty years old nearly sixty years old, even if well maintained, the voice is still tinged with a layer of twilight dullness.
But at the moment the sound that comes into your ears is magnetic and clear, like a clear spring in the mountains, "tinkling" a sink into the heart.
He couldn't help but awe at the fact that he followed the old man into the house.
The house is rich in sandalwood scent, but do not let people feel unpleasant, on the contrary, there is a light and quiet taste.
Just see the east corner of the house, sitting in a man.
The man looked very young, estimated to be two years younger than he was, but handsome, is the kind of calm and elegant looks, the body breathes a mysterious aura that can not be said.
The old man led him over.
"Sir."
"You go out first."
Clinton instructed.
The old man then nodded and turned to go out.
Stephan and Clinton were the only two people left in the room at once. Stephan was a little embarrassed and had no idea what was in front of him, let alone what they were trying to do by bringing him in.
He just subconsciously shielded the box that contained the Celestial Book and looked at Clinton warily.
"This gentleman is ......"
Clinton looked up at him, his eyes smiling.
"You don't know me."
Stephan was a little stunned.
Only to see the man beckoned, a figure came out from the side curtain.
Stephan was aghast.
Because it was none other than the current patriarch of the Zaccardi Family, York.
"Patriarch, you, you ......"
By this time, Stephan's head was spinning with them.
I don't understand what York's gourd is selling.
York smiled, "Murong, come, let me introduce to you, this gentleman is called Clinton, he is the real leader of our the Zaccardi Family."
When these words came out, Stephan could not help but shake viciously.
Clinton? The real leader?
His mind flashed, and suddenly he remembered the words Felix said to him when he went to see Felix today.
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