Alex Rockefeller suddenly laughed. “You mentioned a royal bloodline. Which royal bloodline were you referring to? Since the dawn of time until the golden era of America, I don’t recall there ever was an emperor by the name of Stoermer,” he said.

“Do you mean during the Dark Ages? Wait a second. That can’t be right. The Dark Ages emperor has Charlemagne as his surname, not Stoermer. I happen to know an emperor by the name of Rockefeller as recorded in history. Hehe! Senior, this means that you’re truly a descendant of a royal bloodline, and you are of very noble status… Your life is probably worth more than 100 million dollars!” Walz Fleur said.

Kazim Stoermer was so enraged that he wanted to cough blood up. “Hmph! Two uneducated fools! It’s impossible to reason with you both. There’s no point saying anything further. Young man, just remember this. From now on, you shall have nothing to do with my daughter, Daya. You don’t deserve her,” he said.

Alex laughed out loud. “Is the Stoerme