The Winner

"I don't think he will agree to become the next head of the clan," Aisha said, shaking her head with a sigh.

"And why do you think that? You'll never know unless you ask him. Or better yet, ask Lady Anna Grace—she might convince her son to take on the role," Jones replied, his voice calm yet filled with confidence.

After all, the chance to become the head of one of the strongest clans on the entire continent was so tempting that people would kill for it. The Blank Clan's head commanded power so great that even kings bowed in respect. Jones was certain Yuan wouldn't refuse such an offer.

"You may be right. However, I think my nephew is different from most people," Aisha said with a soft smile. "Didn't you feel that pressure earlier? What do you think of it? Could my bastard father ever emit such a powerful aura?"