The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)
Chapter 1708

At present, there were only five pavilions in the Nonagon. They had yet to conquer the sixth zone, while Roger Clarke, who used to be in charge of the seventh zone, was labeled as a defector and driven out of the Nonagon.

Philip's brain spun rapidly as he quickly sorted out the relationships between them.

Then, he asked, "My father used to be in charge of the seventh zone, which means that the Nonagon also controlled the sixth zone. Who's that person?"

Fennel's gaze burned, and the corners of his mouth curved into a smile as he said, "You're indeed smarter than I thought. You know the person in charge of the sixth zone as well. They have an extraordinary relationship with you."

"Who?" Philip asked with a frown.

"Your mother, Charlotte Larson, " Fennel said.

His voice was not loud but it made a huge impact.

Philip was stunned, and his eyes went blank. Sitting on the sofa, his hands trembled slightly.

Not long ago, Sheryl said that his mother was once the most talented genius among the group of candidates of the Nonagon. However, it was a pity that she fell in love with someone she should not have. Now, Philip understood that the person she should not have fallen in love with was his father.

The man who got kicked out of the Nonagon.

Philip could not figure it out. His mother had actually been in charge of the sixth zone of the Nonagon... However, everything made sense again.

His mother's death had something to do with the Nonagon. Now, the Nonagon only had five pavilions, while the sixth and seventh zones had no masters. Was this a case of excluding dissidents?

Philip drank all the red wine in the glass and asked coldly, "Does my mother's death have anything to do with the Nonagon?"

Fennel sighed and said, "I'm not sure. I haven't found much relevant information, but some evidence has already pointed to the Nonagon. I'll continue to investigate this matter. Give me some time." Philip clenched his fist, feeling a little agitated at the moment. He placed his wine glass on the table and said, "I want to enter the Nonagon."

Hearing this, Fennel was shocked. He said, "Are you crazy? The Nonagon has always been at odds with the Clarke family. You can't get in at all! Besides, even if you do get in, do you know what you'll be facing once your identity is exposed? That place is crawling with monsters, they're all f*cking freaks! Even I can't guarantee that I can get in and out in one piece."

However, Philip had made up his mind. He said, "I've considered this matter carefully. I want to enter the Nonagon. After I enter the door, Iwant to replace the people behind my mother's death." Seeing Philip's serious gaze, Fennel frowned before asking, "Have you really decided on this?"

Philip nodded and said, "Back then, my father could enter the Nonagon and take charge of the seventh zone. I can do the same."

Fennel shook his head and laughed. "It's not that I don't believe you, but taking charge of the seventh zone is not something ordinary people can do. I can help you enter the Nonagon and avoid their vetting, but after you get in, you must conceal your identity and never reveal it, let alone think about taking control of the seventh zone. For decades, no one has ever dared to challenge the seventh zone. Especially the five pavilions. You must avoid contact with their people. Remember my words, or else, you'll face the pursuit of the entire Nonagon. If that happens, I'm afraid that even the Clarke family will probably be in huge trouble."

Philip smiled and said, "I know, I'll be careful. I'll come out as soon as I discover the clues to my mother's accident."

Fennel looked solemn and said, "These days, the Nonagon is selecting talents. There should be some enforcers in Uppercreek. I'll keep a lookout for you."

Philip smiled, took out the card given by Sheryl from his pocket, and said, "Tonight. Those people are having a private party. I'll attend it."

Fennel took the special black card from Philip's hand and asked suspiciously, "How did you get this access card?"

"Sheryl Larson gave it to me," Philip replied.

"Sheryl Larson of the Larson family? That iceberg chick gave it to you?" Fennel exclaimed strangely before looking at Philip from top to bottom. With the corner of his mouth twitching, he said with a smirk, "Wel done, Philip Clarke. You've even conquered the ice-cold chick, Sheryl Larson?"

Philip rolled his eyes at Fennel and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm her uncle. Stop messing up the seniority."

Fennel chuckled and said, "What if I tell you that Sheryl is not a biological descendant of the Larson family?"

Thump!

Hearing that, Philip's heart jolted as he asked dubiously, "What do you mean by that?"

Fennel put his hands in his trouser pockets and responded, “Wh