The Clark Family's main hall had never been this lively during the daytime.
Servants moved back and forth carrying wine, tea, and refreshments while several branch family members occupied nearby seats discussing family affairs. Normally the atmosphere remained orderly and dignified, but today almost everyone found themselves distracted by the same scene unfolding near the center of the hall.
Tony Clark sat comfortably in one of the main seats as though he owned the world itself. A wine cup rested lazily in his hand while a beautiful village girl sat beside him, completely ignoring the strange looks being directed toward them from every corner of the hall.
The servants were stunned.
The younger generation was stunned.
Even several elders passing through the hall found themselves glancing over more than once.
After all, the young master had completed his wedding barely a day ago.
