The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

The First Heir – Chapter 1706

The person in front of him was none other than Fennel Leigh. This was the second time that Philip met him. This guy always moved without a trace and was all over the world. He had too many secrets. However, Philip would not ask him about those.

Fennel grinned and displayed his white teeth. With a flamboyant smile at the corner of his mouth, he held up the wine glass, motioned to Philip, and said in a lazy, magnetic voice, “Long time no see.”

Philip raised his glass and the two toasted. He said, “It’s been a while.”

Then, Fennel gestured for the two hot girls to leave and poured another glass for Philip. He leaned back, stared at the ceiling, and exhaled before saying, “It’s still better to be back in a metropolis at home.”

Philip took a sip of wine. He cut to the chase and asked, “I want to know everything about the door.”

Fennel sat up straight and took out an object from his pocket-a black card.

recognized it at a glance. It was the black card from the Nonagon, but this one was different from the one Sheryl Larson had

a number on

the Nonagon?” Philip picked up the card and looked at

his wine in one gulp, snapped his fingers, and said, “It seems that you already

got up. At a height of nearly 1.9 meters, he looked very tall and handsome. Coupled with his face that could charm thousands of women and that unfathomable, cold, and unrestrained aura that radiated from him, it was nearly impossible to look away

on the side and took out a cigarette from his jacket dashingly while tossing one to Philip. He lit his, exhaled puffs of smoke, and said, “If you want to understand the door, you must first understand the Nonagon. And if you want to understand the Nonagon, you must first enter

frowned and said, “What’s the difference between the door controlled by the Nonagon and the door

not accessible to ordinary people. Even the disciples cannot approach that door. It will auto select the candidate to enter the door, and the conditions are very harsh one of which is that the person must be a member of the Clarke

listened quietly and asked, “What about the

out a fiery red object from his pocket, and

reached out, grabbed it mid-air, and spread out his palm. It was the phoenix feather key,