"That would be impossible, Mrs Claire certainly won't allow it."
Lucas firmly rejected the idea despite being fully aware of the possibility.
"Besides, the rule stated that only direct male heirs with over 95% dominant Alpha blood can inherit the seat as a sovereign of the high council. Even when Young Master Sean fulfilled the latter requirement, he's your nephew from Mrs. Claire, it's impossible for him to—"
"Did you forget the family my sister is married to?" A cold scoff escaped the tanned man's lips as he fiddled with the last knife on his hand. "The Morrison is still an Alpha family even when they're not officially in the top league yet, and Sean is legally their heir."
"Either way, the goal of this meeting still stands..."
Hearing that dejected voice made the head bodyguard clear his throat and persuaded, "Precautions aside, I think we shouldn't put too much weight on this matter. If Big Master really wants to— Sir...!"
