Chapter 729

The Bradford clan gathered, their expressions stern and judgmental, resembling a council of old-school aristocrats confronting the unruly offspring of a distant relative. They were there to face Tarquin, a man whose power and influence were unmatched but who, in their eyes, still needed to adhere to the principles of fairness and tradition.

The Bradfords, with their long history and pride, were visibly agitated, their emotions fueled by the stakes involved.

"I've lived a good many years," one of the elder Bradfords exclaimed, "and never in my life have I heard of adding names to the family tree without a drop of blood relation! Not in a distinguished family like ours, not even among common folks. Are we now to muddy the Bradford lineage with outsiders?"

"Exactly," another chimed in, "If the family tree is open to anyone, should we then consider adopting a dozen unrelated children just to swell our ranks?"

low-born brats aspiring to be part of the Bradfords' legacy? Over my dead body!" the words were spat out with

sitting quietly to the side, his face a mask of controlled fury, finally spoke up, his voice cutting through the room like a knife, "If you don't agree, you can drop

silent, shocked

added to the Bradford family tree today. Anyone who has a problem with that can either leave the family and strike out on their own or, frankly, drop dead. And if anyone dares to slander them again,

laced with contempt, "You're just like your father! Ignoring all the decent women only to chase after a woman who's had children with another

it and cutting her ankle with the shards. Allegra

with deference? 'Promiscuous'? With a single word, you've insulted the two women he holds

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