She didn’t want to wait even a mont longer; she wanted that clan elder to pay with his life.
"Jared," Harold Chapman waited for Jared Quinn’s opinion.
"Let’s go," Jared Quinn’s large hand protected lody Thorne; his woman was pregnant now, and he couldn’t let her be unhappy, so whatever she wanted to do, she could do. Whatever made her happy was what mattered.
"Should we notify the old man about this first?" Caleb spoke up, "He can’t handle any shocks right now; if he gets a shock at this ti, I’m afraid he won’t be able to bear it."
"Leave Grandpa to you," lody Thorne chuckled lightly.
Caleb watched them walk away, his eyelids twitching.
The clan elder’s territory was surrounded by lody Thorne’s people.
"What do you want to do?" The clan elder was shocked and lost color in his face, "No one here can lay a hand on , even if I die, you still can’t escape the prophecy, you will die too!"
"Do you think we’re all fools? Using low-grade sandalwood to create dream incense to fulfill your so-called prophecy and think you can fool everyone?" lody Thorne sneered.
"Not only did you deceive us, but my father’s death also couldn’t escape your connection. Don’t think you can get away with it. Arrest him and interrogate him."
"Miss..." The Seymour Family people respectfully feared the clan elder, including the old man, so no one dared to oppose him.
"What? Can’t you hear ? Or are you ignoring as the heiress?" lody Thorne scoffed coldly and began to recite the ancestral rules.
"I rember the Seymour Family’s rules; besides the old man, the first in line was the highest rank. Anyone who disobeys orders can be expelled from the Seymour Family!"
The faces of those surrounding the clan elder changed abruptly.
"lody Thorne, what exactly are you doing here?" Stella Seymour and Rhys hurried in upon hearing the commotion outside, "Look at how there’s no peace since you’ve been here. Do you still have the nerve to stay here?"
lody Thorne wiped off her smile, "I rember those who disrespect the first heir in the Seymour Family, whether it’s a young master or young lady, should be slapped."
She wasn’t talking nonsense; it was clearly written.
"You..." Stella Seymour’s words about to be uttered were swallowed down by Rhys covering her mouth with a hand.
"Miss lody, whatever you want to do is your freedom; I assure you Stella will no longer interfere," Rhys spoke politely.
lody Thorne withdrew her gaze, "Don’t make repeat myself. Arrest him."
"Yes."
Harold Chapman quickly apprehended the person to be interrogated; lody Thorne took out her phone, preparing to dial that number to see exactly where that thing was.
"lody," the old man ca storming in angrily, nearly fainting when he saw that there was no one left at the clan elder’s place.
"Grandpa," lody Thorne imdiately walked over, grabbing the old man’s arm, "Grandpa, you said you might not last long, I’m the heir, I’ve decided to manage the Seymour Family well, but I can’t tolerate that there are still fraudsters here. The clan elder’s trick was seen through by Leon Rivers. You can bear it, but I can’t, because I’m also part of this."
The old man’s desire to lose his temper was dispelled by her words, like absolutely nothing.
Losing his temper was unsuitable, and not losing it was equally unsuitable.
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