Chapter 452 Apologize To Him

"What's his name?" Zachary asked immediately.

Pollard thought for a while, scratching his chin. "If I remember correctly, his name is Logan Leng," he finally answered.

"Logan Leng?" Zachary repeated, narrowing his eyes. Now that he thought about it, it made sense. The man in black was very likely Logan.

"I feel better now after I've told you these things. I'm very lucky to have a good friend like you," Pollard said, managing to force a smile.

"If you have any troubles, don't hesitate to come to me. It does you good to get things off your chest." Zachary paused for a second. "Does your father know that you are going to propose?"

"No, I haven't told him yet," Pollard replied, shaking his head.

"If I were you, I'd talk to him about it. I will also try to help you get some information from the Phoenix Pavilion. Don't worry. I promise that you will marry Joan," Zachary said confidently.

"Really?" Pollard trusted Zachary, and his promise gave him hope.

"Of course. But I'm afraid it will take some time. As for the proposal, I think you should put off it," Zachary suggested.

"That's exactly what I was thinking about, too." Pollard knew that now was not the time to be impatient. Eager as he was, he decided to at least wait and see what would happen in the Phoenix Pavilion and what information he could obtain there.

Finally having a plan made him feel calm and reassured. He sat back and drank a jar of wine almost all at once. Warriors had control over the way their body responded to alcohol. If they wanted to remain sober, they could drink wine like water and never get drunk. However, if they wanted to get drunk, then they could, at will.

It was obvious that Pollard was trying to get drunk. After having downed several jars of wine, he was completely inebriated.

"Come on! Let's drink! Keep drinking!" mumbled Pollard, bending over the table, his speech slurred.

"We should go now," said Zachary with a bitter smile, shaking his head.

After paying the bill, Zachary took Pollard to the Shura College.

Arriving at the door to Pollard's room, Zachary was about to go in when he saw a slender figure standing in the moonlight.

"Joan? Is that you?" Zachary recognized the figure immediately.

"You are back, at last! He's so drunk!" Joan's eyes fell on Pollard, so drunk that Zachary had to hold him up, and she frowned.

"You should k

if Jaxon recruited Zachary, that would put him in a very high position, and any chance Anthony had of defeating him would be lost.

Jaxon, on the other hand, remained completely calm. "I have seen his true strength. What's more, you are the reason why he keeps refusing to join our clan. You offended him in the past, and he still holds a grudge against you. In fact, I plan to take you with me to visit his house to apologize to him after the King Level contest. Hopefully he will see that we are sincere," Jaxon said in a calm, measured voice. He was a wise man, and chose his words with care. When he spoke, he exuded authority. Anthony, however, could not believe his ears.

"What?" he exclaimed, outraged. "You want me to apologize to him? There is no way I am doing that!" Anthony was furious. In his mind, he had done nothing wrong.

"This is not a request. This is an order," said Jason. The gravity of his words was almost palpable. "You must do as I say, whether you like it or not. This is not about you, or about petty arguments and ego. This is about the future of our family. We need a talent like him. Don't ruin my plan." Jaxon's face was calm and determined. No one would dare to challenge him.

"Father..." Anthony trailed off into silence. He didn't know what to say. No one dared challenge his father. Even though Anthony knew Jaxon loved him, he knew he would suffer dire consequences if he disobeyed him.

"That's it. You may leave," Jaxon said, waving his hand in dismissal.

All Anthony could do was snort under his breath in frustration before turning to leave.