The man lit up a cigarette. He only smiled after blowing out a smoke ring. “Harvey York, Prince York’s representative, the live-in son-in-law of the Zimmers. Am I right?”

“Who are you?” Harvey was indifferent.

“Let me introduce myself. I’m Eric Cloude.” Eric said politely.

“Have I offended you?” Harvey frowned. He truly had no clue about the dispute between him and the Cloudes.

“You didn’t offend the Cloude family, but you shouldn’t have offended the Second Young Master.” Eric replied with a smile.

“Second Young Master?” Harvey frowned, “Are you talking about that trash Quinton York?”

“Huh?” Eric was taken aback for a second. “Did you just call the Second Young Master trash?”

What was Quinton’s status in South Light?

Even if he was defeated and had retreated to Hong Kong, in truth only few dared to talk of him.

“A centipede dies, but never falls.” The Yorks were certainly obstinate.

Yet Harvey, who was in front of Eric, had casually called Quinton York trash.

Eric was no fo