Saba City.
Chester Yale sat in the noble VIP ward.
His captivating face showed indifference as his cold eyes swept over the many uncles sitting in front of him, who kept surrounding Sheldon Yale with their incessant greetings.
Hearing the topic of their discussion, his brow slightly furrowed, and impatience flashed in his eyes, yet he was trying his hardest to endure.
"As I see it, since the House Head is awake, we should hold the wedding as soon as possible. It's perfect timing for the House Head to officiate Mr. Chester's wedding," someone suggested.
"I was just about to say the same thing. The House Head miraculously survived a great disaster, and it's time for him to proudly watch his personally groomed heir settle down and take over the Financial Group formally as the new Chairman," another person said, looking at Chester Yale with an implied meaning.
