Chapter 1208 The Form of Chaos
"Young Master, I think they're not going to fight. It's almost dawn; you have a meeting this morning." Murphy thought of an excuse to get Nicholas to leave, but evidently, the person beside him, refreshed from a night's sleep, was unwilling to see his butler with dark circles under his eyes, heavily drooping his eyelids, ready to fall asleep at any moment.
"You go back first, and reschedule the meeting for later. If it can't be rescheduled, you can handle it for me. You're familiar with the procedures, and I have complete confidence in you." Nicholas rubbed his eyes; in his line of sight, the two groups stood still like statues. His curiosity urged him to move closer, but Murphy grabbed him.
"Young Master, you are the current Godfather. Shouldn't you act like one? Do you know what they're saying about you outside? If you let Robert run amok, your position will be at risk."
