66 You Donât Understand the Northern King
Braydon Neal turned around and left for Preston University, not wanting to care about this matter.
Liam Neal frowned. âItâs not appropriate to talk about this today. Braydon is a straightforward person. When he came back from the north, his first friend of the opposite sex was Heather. The two of them just went through some conflict, and now weâre already arranging a new fiancée for him. Itâs a little too rushed!â
âDo you think Heather is still in Braydonâs heart?â Laura Quinn said.
The Neal brothers looked at each other. This matter could not be forced, and they dared not confirm it.
Qahira Summer sighed. It was useless for them elders to worry about such things.
After the Neal familyâs matter was made known to the Sage family...
Heather Sage inexplicably wanted to know who had gone to the Neal family to propose a marriage.
Lying on the bed, old lady Sage said, âThe Sheldon family in Jefferson has gone through 300 years of ups and downs. They rose 300 years ago and are deeply rooted in Jefferson. Their wealth comes from seven industries. Their annual profits are probably tens of billions. You must have heard of their eldest daughter, Lisa Sheldon, right?â
Heatherâs heart trembled as she bit her lips and nodded.
She was the goddess president in Jefferson. At the age of twenty-one, she was already a well-known celebrity in the city.
âYelena Clover from the Clover family in Ludwig!â
âThe only daughter of the richest man in the state of Quill, Felicia Lancer!â
âThe daughter of the powerful Bailey family, Lexie Bailey!â
...
All the information that the old lady got was from Qahira.
No matter which family it was, they were all better than her Sage family.
There were simply too many girls who were more outstanding than her, Heather Sage!
âWhich one did he choose?â Heather wanted to speak but stopped.
Grandma Sage did not laugh at her. Instead, she said tenderly, âHe didnât choose any of them. He just kicked them all out!â
âI knew he would do this. His bad temper never changes!â Heather could not help but laugh.
âGirl, you really donât like Braydon?â the old lady asked again.
However, what she got in return was Heatherâs silence.
âGrandma, donât talk about this anymore,â she said softly.
âSilly girl. Iâm not being nosy, but if Braydon was narrow-minded, he wouldnât have been able to take on such a great responsibility. He wouldnât have become the commander of the northern army at the age of ten, and he wouldnât have millions of elite men under his command. They wouldnât have pledged their loyalty to him!
âSigh!â the old lady sighed. âIf Braydon wanted to bully the Sage family, he wouldnât even need to show himself. The Preston team alone can wipe us out without us knowing!
âYou canât understand Braydonâs power. Heâs worshipped like a God in the northern territory!
âAnd he has five commanders under him. Zayn Ziegler, the Warblade of the Central Plains, followed Braydon in the north and grew from a small soldier at the border. The sword in his hand has been stained with the blood of tens of thousands of enemies!
âZayn coming here to issue the central plains token must have been on his own accord, so Braydon wasnât in the know!â
...
The old lady said gently.
âWhy didnât he explain?â Heather asked in low spirits.
âBecause of me. As long as Iâm alive, Braydon wonât make things difficult for you. He wonât make things difficult for anyone in the Sage family!â
The old lady continued, âBraydon is different from your classmates. He wonât bow down to anyone, and he doesnât know how to pursue girls. He wonât be like those rich playboys who spend all their time on you. Do you understand?â
Heatherâs body stiffened as she seemed to have understood something.
Braydon grew up in the northern territory and studied in the northern military school, which was a real martial arts school. The training of the students was extremely cruel, and no students were allowed to develop feelings during the school period.
And every studentâs companion was the sword in their hands!
From a young age, they had made every student understand that since they had become martial artists, they only needed to believe in the sword in their hands for life!
Those who grew up in the north all had their hands stained with the blood of their enemies.
People like Braydon only knew how to kill and not how to be gentle!
In front of the border gates, Braydon was dressed in unparalleled plain clothes, his sleeves blowing in the wind. He stood in front of the boundary stone and could block millions of enemy troops.
Heather bit her thin lips and was in a daze for a long time.
At the entrance of Preston University, reporters from all over Preston, armed with their cameras, surrounded the school gate as if they were trying to interview someone.
Braydon walked through the small door. The security guard was quick to open the door and let him in, then locked the door from the inside.
âWhatâs going on?â Braydon was slightly surprised.
The security guard smiled bitterly. âDean Neal, donât you know? Last night, Professor Lablance at the research building made a big breakthrough in his research project. Now, reporters from all over the world are here.â
Braydon laughed. So that was what happened.
Last night, the anti-gravity device in Dawson Lablancâs research room was made by him.
However, this morning, Xandra Milton went to Braydon and said that Dawsonâs research room did not accept the billion-dollar investment, and the reason was not stated clearly.
Coincidentally, a young man appeared at the door. It was Quentin Hunt from the research room.
The male reporter from Preston Evening News squeezed forward and asked, âMr. Quentin, is the news that your research center announced true? Have you really developed a finished product of the anti-gravity device?â
âMr. Quentin, regarding this research, how will your research center be using it? Can you reveal it?â
âMr...â
The reporters asked one question after another.
âEveryone, donât be in such a hurry,â Quentin said with satisfaction. âLetâs ask the questions one by one. I can tell you clearly that the anti-gravity device has been developed and tested last night. Right now, there are already three top institutions in the country discussing cooperation with my teacher, Professor Dawson Lablanc!â
...
âHow many people are there in your research lab?â The male reporter asked again.
Quentin laughed. âOther than my teacher, there are eight of us. Nine of us in total!â
âAmazing!â
The male reporter had a look of admiration on his face.
Braydon stood in the distance, frowning as he listened to Quentinâs nonsense.
He did not care about fame and fortune.
King Braydon was full of glory. He was a king in the north; which martial artist in the world did not know that?
What really made him a little disgusted was that he had clearly reached an agreement with Dawson last night that the Neal Corporation would take 90% of the profit from the patent of the anti-gravity device developed by the research lab.
Now, Dawson was discussing with the three organizations without informing Braydon or the people of the Neal Corporation.
It seemed that he wanted to take all the benefits for himself and kick Braydon out.
It was a typical case of killing the donkey when the grinding was done!
...
When Braydon returned to his office, he saw a beautiful girl stretching her back lazily with her legs crossed.
Her oval-shaped face was exquisite and flawless, and she was wearing a large girlâs school uniform that revealed her jade-like legs. She smiled playfully. âGenius Neal, youâre finally here!â
âYou made tea?â Braydon picked up the warm jade teacup on the table, which was filled with the best ancient Chinese tea.
Xana Thomas chuckled. âItâs Josephâs tea. Heâd been waiting for you for two hours. Heâs a hot-tempered man, so he couldnât wait any longer. He went to hang out with his friends!â
Braydon did not know whether to laugh or cry. What was wrong with Joseph Thomas? He actually wanted Braydon to be his master.
However, this set of warm jade teacups was very expensive.
Xana poured a cup of green tea with her fair fingers and chuckled. âLetâs not talk about my brother anymore. Letâs talk about you, genius Neal. Can you help my Thomas Corporation with the anti-gravity machine?â