My Wife Is So Sweet

Chapter 1002 Ageless Myth

Chapter 1002 Ageless Myth

So the committee really can not blame Stephan panic, after all, holding such a large power of a family

of the person in charge, said to change it.

No matter how he thought about it, it didn't feel right.

Clinton certainly knows what he's thinking.

He said in a deep voice, "Do you remember the name of the first patriarch of the Zaccardi Family?"

Stephan was stunned at these words.

If he remembers correctly, the first patriarch of the Zaccardi Family seems to be called, called ... Ben

Zaccardi!

Yes, that's the name.

He suddenly realized something, and although he found it unbelievable, he still stared in disbelief.

Clinton hooked his lips slightly and did not speak.

Stephan, however, clearly read in his eyes the certainty, and the majesty that comes from being in a

position of authority for years.

His heart shook fiercely.

York said in due course, "Don't pay your respects to Mr. Zaccardi!"

Stephan's face had become pale at this point, with cold sweat falling from his forehead.

He shook his head incredulously and muttered, "No, it can't be, how can ..."

Yeah, as an atheist growing up in the new century, he would never believe how anyone in this world

could live for a thousand years!

A thousand years, the bones should be turned into ash, or else is turned into stone, how can still alive!

Stephan's panic fell into Clinton's eyes without a trace.

He was not surprised, after all, according to Stephan's current education and the world view he was in,

it would be strange if he really believed, for the first time, that Clinton was really a thousand years ago.

Clinton smiled faintly and was in no hurry, picking up the tea on the table and taking a sip.

After putting it down, only then said in a light voice: "There is nothing impossible, although this is

indeed unbelievable some, but it is not impossible to happen, there are always miracles in the world, is

not it."

Next to him, York chimed in, "Yes, yes, yes, sir is right."

He was handpicked by Clinton to take over as patriarch and has seen Clinton since the day he

succeeded him.

At the very beginning, he was also in disbelief, and was even very upset that there was a person above

him as the patriarch.

But after so many years, he gradually came to understand that the man in front of him, has his means

and compulsion, and moreover his oversized ability.

If you do not listen to him, I am afraid that not to mention the position of the patriarch, even life will not

be saved.

Not only that, he is mysterious and powerful, simply not a mortal like himself can be an enemy.

So gradually, York also let go of that bit of discontent.

Clinton, although powerful, does not care much about the internal interests of the family.

In his eyes, money and possessions, these things, as if they are outside the body.

His usual life and living, and not extravagant.

Even in York in order to please him, and bring some of the treasures that are rare even in this era, he

only looked at it with a faint expression and passed. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Later, he even directly impatient to let him take away, do not send in the future.

York then realized that the man in front of him, is really not interested in money.

And yes, the entire Zaccardi Family is his, if not his, to build.

How can he look at a small amount of money?

What does he want that he can't get?

Or even want his position as the patriarch, just a word, an action, or even just stand out to state his

identity, there will be many people attached to him, follow him, he simply do not need to pretend to get

anything from the hands of others.

Of course, there may be people who don't believe it.

But York believes that the man in front of him, naturally, has his means and ability to make those who

do not believe believe.

Just like Stephan in front of us.

See Stephan pale face, cold sweat straight down, he said in a light voice: "You can not accept a

moment, it is normal, I can give you time, you will always slowly accept."

His tone, as plain as if he was talking about a small matter of eating and sleeping.

There is no way to understand the shocking waves that Stephan's heart is raising at this moment.

Stephan looked at him, and after half a second, in the end, he could barely sink his teeth into it.

He asked, "It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that this whole thing is so unbelievable, and frankly, if

it weren't for the patriarch being there today, I might have thought, would have thought ..."

He lowered his head.

Clinton smiled.

That smile is like the wind and the moon, very gentle.

"Thought what? Think I'm a liar?"

Stephan nodded embarrassedly.

"Normal."

He smiled lightly, picked the pot up and refilled the empty cups on the table with tea.

"If you don't believe me, there is another way to prove the truth."

As he said that, he suddenly put the teapot in his hand on the table, and then raised his wrist.

Only to see the amazement happen.

The cup in front of Stephan's eyes, as if by magic, flew towards his hands with a "whoosh" as he raised

his hand.

Stephan didn't even react to how this happened, only to see that the next second, the cup had already

reached him.

His eyes widened in astonishment.

Clinton refilled his cup with tea and put it back in front of him, smiling, "Is that believable?"

Stephan was too frightened to speak at this point.

This, this ... What is this called?

Spaced fetching?

Is he doing magic?

Seeing that he still looked incredulous, Clinton sighed and shook his head as if he was quite hurt.

"Just, it seems that you still do not believe, I will show you another hand."

With that, he suddenly looked up again, this time not at the cup in front of him, but at a potted flower

sitting on a trellis next to them, about three meters away.

I saw Clinton's face condensed, a slight wrist force, the flower actually seems to be magic cover

general, "whoosh" fly over.

In the next second, it was already in Clinton's hand with one hand.

He looked at Stephan again.

"This time, do you believe it?"

Stephan's face, can no longer be described as pale.

It was simply white to the extreme, looking at Clinton as if he were looking at a monster.

After half a second, he lost his voice and said, "Where did you ... learn this skill?"

York said in a deep voice: "Unrestrained, how do you talk to the gentleman?"

Stephan's heart fluttered.

Clinton raised his hand, stopping York's rebuke, and said lightly: "A long time ago, this continent, many

kung fu has not disappeared, now you want to practice is not possible, I also just practice early, this is

nothing, much less what you think magic, in your current words, but the use of airflow, and some

internal force. "