"Besides, as the grandfather of Dorian, you yourself should know how much this title as the city lord meant to him." Grey smiled as he spoke to the ancestor.
He shook when he heard what Grey said, because in the end, it was the truth.
If anything, these prominent families were a direct threat to the Hale family rather than Grey himself.
The ancestor's face was not so friendly as he stared at the others now.
Then, abruptly, the Frostpetal family head stood up from his seat with an enraged expression on his face.
His intent was obvious. He wanted to have a not so friendly chat with Grey.
"Since City Lord Grey knows about the consequences of trying to provoke or act against the families, you should simply do as we say." The family head was a stout middle-aged man, but his face was dripping with arrogance and disdain.
"You might be the city lord, but we, the families, are the ones that actually keep this entire province going. Without us, you are nothing."
