"Young Master despises him to the bone because of Princess Irene."
Upon hearing Quentin Drake's inquiry, the old man slowly nodded.
"Princess Irene... It's a pity, my son was not destined to marry her."
The chill glint in Quentin Drake's eyes flickered, "However, people outside dare to belittle my son and praise that Wyatt Barnes... Since Novah hates him, there is no reason for him to continue living in this world."
Quentin Drake spoke these words with a calm expression.
As if he turned into a 'judge' with the power to determine life and death at will.
Perhaps, in his eyes, he has never taken Wyatt Barnes or the 'Barnes clan' behind him seriously.
"Master, in this attack our Crimson Heaven Kingdom troops conquered 'South Barbarian City', Wyatt Barnes was the top contributor. The Emperor will undoubtedly reward him handsomely and view him as the 'pillar of the nation'..."
The old man frowned slightly, seemingly hesitant.
"So what?"