Kyril became tongue-tied. His claim as the future leader of Ivory Cloud was merely wishful thinking on Sylvas' part. The decision had not been formally recognized, so when Winston voiced his opposition, Kyril immediately hunted him down. But now confronted by Adrian's query, Kyril struggled to formulate a valid response. Fortunately, he had a group of supporters, one among them having a face resembling that of a horse.

"You've relinquished your authority!" the horse-faced man interjected sharply. "You are no longer affiliated with Ivory Cloud. What right do you have to speak here?"

"I passed it on to Johnny Tackle," Adrian said, enunciating each and every word clearly. "But without Dieter's acknowledgment, my status remains unchanged."

Kyril's face reddened. No one had dared to challenge him in this manner before. If it were not for Adrian's formidable reputation and their proximity to the Greenhursts, he would have immediately retaliated.

"Well, so do you agree to it?" Kyril quest