Chapter 1005

Sipping his drink, Cyrus smiled and said, "Mr. Wren, you're really flattering me. You all are the aristocrats of Summerland, the overlords of Southgress, while I'm merely a humble clinic director from Jorsproburgh. I can't possibly accept such a request." Wren immediately became anxious and nudged Flynn. Flynn was born arrogant, and in Southgress, his name struck fear into people's hearts. Even after losing his position as the heir to the patriarch, he never changed his attitude. Now, asking him, the esteemed first elder of the Draig family, to kneel and beg a young upstart was something he simply couldn't bring himself to do. Seeing Flynn not making a move, Wren grew even more desperate. "Mr. Johnson, this matter concerns the safety of Summerland," he said. "You're someone who has been personally honored by the Lord of Summerland—twice, no less. You're the pillar of our nation. If the Draig family is destroyed, Southgress will be in grave danger, and so will Summerland!" Cyrus