“Argh! What do you mean he didn’t even fight? Why the hell didn’t he fight?” The Gordon patriarch threw a tantrum, sounding more like a spoiled child than the head of such a prestigious clan.
“Old man, don’t look at me, it wasn’t my fault,” Draco defended himself.
“The so-called geniuses of the other families and clans couldn’t even push him to step in, Brandon was the one who handled everything, wiping those smug grins off the younger generation’s so-called leaders.” His eyes gleamed with pride as he mentioned Brandon.
“Incompetent runts,” the patriarch spat.
“I’d like to take that Brandon boy as my disciple, he has the makings of a future pillar for our clan,” Draco suggested.
“Hahaha! You think you can snatch someone from Alec? Go ahead, but you should know, he and that Arthur boy
