Brian Zane's face broke into a smile as he reached out his hand.

The white eagle landed on his arm.

"It's been over a year, and you finally came back."

Brian Zane stroked the white eagle's head and said softly, "It seems that Old Frank, with the help of my brocade pouch, has finally gained a foothold overseas."

Chapter 009: Turning Henry Clark

"Young master." Ethan Frost's voice came from outside the door.

"Come in," Brian Zane replied.

"Young master, the soup is ready." Ethan Frost placed the soup on the table, her gaze falling on the white eagle, and she immediately showed a look of delight. "Little White?"

"This is a gift for you from your Grandpa Frank." Brian Zane said with a smile, setting something down.

"This is..." Ethan Frost looked at the small, exquisite object, rare and beautiful, her eyes lighting up as she held it in her palm, turning it over and over, unable to put it down.

"It's just an ornament. The style is different from that of the Dongsheng Dynasty, but it's even more exquisite," Brian Zane said.

"Grandpa Frank..." Ethan Frost hesitated, then asked cautiously, "When will he come back?"

"Soon. He has already established himself and opened up the sea trade routes," Brian Zane said. "Once the business is stable, I'll take you overseas to find your Grandpa Frank and see what the world outside the Dongsheng Dynasty looks like."

"Great!" Ethan Frost was overjoyed.

"By the way, have you finished your studies?" Brian Zane asked.

"I..." The joy on Ethan Frost's face froze a little. "I was a bit busy today..."

"This will determine your future path. You must not slack off," Brian Zane said seriously. "Everything else can wait."

"Understood, young master." Ethan Frost nodded vigorously and made a sound of agreement.

"Good."

Brian Zane looked at the two sheets of paper in his hand.

These were sent back by Old Frank. The first pages detailed the situation over there.

And on one of them, the name Terry Song was written prominently.

It was said that Terry Song studied overseas, met a great mentor, learned many strategies, and returned to the Dongsheng Dynasty to realize his ambitions.

From what was written on this paper, that seemed to be true.

Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated.

It recorded many stories about Terry Song overseas, including his style of conduct, with every detail.

"He's quite capable. For now, his only flaw may be that he's too arrogant."

Brian Zane smiled slightly and tossed the paper into the brazier. Sometimes, all it takes is finding a single flaw to break through and utterly defeat someone.

Ethan Frost watched the burning paper and suddenly remembered something. She asked, "Young master, why is there only Mr. Grant outside the door, and not Mr. Clark?"

Brian Zane replied with a smile, "Mr. Turner had some matters and asked him to escort him for a while. In the past two months, I've asked him to do this three or five times. It's nothing to worry about."

Ethan Frost responded, though a hint of doubt lingered between her brows.

Brian Zane picked up the soup, scooped a spoonful, tasted it, and was somewhat satisfied. Then he said, "Grind the ink."

Ethan Frost hurried over.

"Young master, can Little White help me bring a gift to Grandpa Frank this time?"

"Next time."

Brian Zane said, "Your Grandpa Frank is having some trouble over there. I'm going to give him a solution, which will take quite a few pages to write, plus some other items. Although this white eagle is a rare bird, it's a long journey across the sea, and the more it carries, the heavier the burden."

Ethan Frost couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at these words.

Seeing this, Brian Zane said, "Don't worry. At most, in a year or so, you'll see him."

Only then did Ethan Frost nod, her face breaking into a smile.

...

Fengcheng.

This was originally the residence of the Thirteenth Master Brian Zane in Fengcheng, but after Brian Zane moved to Qianlong Manor, it was left vacant, with only a few people left to watch over it.

Henry Clark was sitting in the seat of honor in the main hall.

Beside him was Mr. Turner.

But in front of the two, there was another person.

Someone from the Song family of Xuancheng!

This man was in his early fifties, stroking his beard with a smile. "Mr. Clark, is everything settled then?"

Henry Clark gave a grunt, his face still expressionless and extremely cold.

But the man was not annoyed. He presented ten silver notes with both hands, each worth a hundred taels.

Henry Clark reached out and took the one thousand taels in silver notes, then waved his hand and said, "I understand."

After a pause, his gaze swept over Mr. Turner, and he said calmly, "If you hadn't come with me today, I wouldn't have known that Mr. Turner has also defected to Terry Song."

Mr. Turner gave an awkward smile, but then replied, "Mr. Clark was the earliest to serve as a guard at the Thirteenth Master's side, and even he could betray him. Naturally, I could as well."

Henry Clark's expression remained unchanged, showing no anger.

Instead, the man in his fifties spoke up, "Mr. Turner was placed at Brian Zane's side by our young master, but it's not that we don't trust you. It's just that you are, after all, a warrior, only responsible for protecting Brian Zane and keeping him safe, without being involved in other matters. In comparison, when it comes to Brian Zane's business, Mr. Turner knows much more..."