The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes) novel Chapter 1708

At present, there were only five pavilions in the Nonagon. They had yet to conquer the sixth zone, while Roger Clarke, who used to be in charge of the seventh zone, was labeled as a defector and driven out of the Nonagon.

Philip’s brain spun rapidly as he quickly sorted out the relationships between them.

Then, he asked, “My father used to be in charge of the seventh zone, which means that the Nonagon also controlled the sixth zone. Who’s that person?”

Fennel’s gaze burned, and the corners of his mouth curved into a smile as he said, “You’re indeed smarter than I thought. You know the person in charge of the sixth zone as well. They have an extraordinary relationship with you.”

“Who?” Philip asked with a frown.

“Your mother, Charlotte Larson, ” Fennel said.

His voice was not loud but it made a huge impact.

Philip was stunned, and his eyes went blank. Sitting on the sofa, his hands trembled slightly.

Not long ago, Sheryl said that his mother was once the most talented genius among the group of candidates of the Nonagon. However, it was a pity that she fell in love with someone she should not have.

Now, Philip understood that the person she should not have fallen in love with was his father.

The man who got kicked out of the Nonagon.

Philip could not figure it out. His mother had actually been in charge of the sixth zone of the Nonagon… However, everything made sense again.

His mother’s death had something to do with the Nonagon. Now, the Nonagon only had five pavilions, while the sixth and seventh zones had no masters.

Was this a case of excluding dissidents?

Philip drank all the red wine in the glass and asked coldly, “Does my mother’s death have anything to do with the Nonagon?”

Fennel sighed and said, “I’m not sure. I haven’t found much relevant information, but some evidence has already pointed to the Nonagon. I’ll continue to investigate this matter. Give me some time.”

Fennel took the special black card from Philip’s hand and asked suspiciously, “How did you get this access card?”

“Sheryl Larson gave it to me,” Philip replied.

“Sheryl Larson of the Larson family? That iceberg chick gave it to you?” Fennel exclaimed strangely before looking at Philip from top to bottom. With the corner of his mouth twitching, he said with a smirk, “Well done, Philip Clarke. You’ve even conquered the ice-cold chick, Sheryl Larson?”

Philip rolled his eyes at Fennel and said, “What nonsense are you talking about? I’m her uncle. Stop messing up the seniority.”

Fennel chuckled and said, “What if I tell you that Sheryl is not a biological descendant of the Larson family?”

Thump!

Hearing that, Philip’s heart jolted as he asked dubiously, “What do you mean by that?”

Fennel put his hands in his trouser pockets and responded, “Wh