Chapter 2151


    Oliver''s face turned beet red; his hand started to tremble on their own as if wanting to strangle


    Fane.


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    Wesley was so angry that he was at the risk of having a seizure. "You asshole! You''re just wasting


    everyone''s time with all this talk of wager! As if you''re ever going to win against my brother!"


    Fane arched his brow. How annoying could Wesley get? Fane had endured his nonsense for long


    enough! He turned to face him and said, “This has nothing to do with you, so can you just shut up?


    The sound of your voice really irks me!"


    After saying this, Fane raised his head and looked at Elder Godfrey; he motioned to Elder Godfrey


    with his eyes. Elder Godfrey raised his eyebrows. He naturally understood what Fane meant; the


    threat in his eyes was obvious enough. It seemed that if he did not speak out soon enough, Fane


    would quit, so he sighed with resignation.


    He stepped forward and said to Wesley, "Fane is right. This matter has nothing to do with you. You


    should stay in yourne and not meddle in this matter. I''m starting to wonder if your parents taught


    you any


    manners." Elder Sayer''s face darkened instantly. Althoi was not Wesley''s parent, they were still


    rted to each other. Elder Godfrey''s remark was undoubtedly a p in the face to the Sayer


    family. He was about to say


    something when the look on First Elder''s face stopped him. He had always obeyed his order, and


    this time would not be any different. Lips twitching, he had no choice but to swallow back his anger.


    Wesley’s face was flushed red, but he dared not say anything after being reprimanded so fiercely by


    Elder Godfrey. Oliver stared coldly at Fane, his hatred for him bore deep into his bones; their


    rtionship had sessfully proceeded to the point of archnemesis.


    Oliverughed icily, and then said, "Fine, we''ll have it your way. There''s no excuse for you to back


    out of the battle now that I''ve agreed to put up a wager."


    Since Oliver had agreed to it himself, the First Elder and Second Elder also readily agreed. "In that


    case, let me be the referee," said the Second Elder. He was actually looking forward to seeing what


    tricks Fane had up his sleeves.


    Fane nodded. The position of a referee was originally held by the top brass, and the Second Elder


    naturally


    qualified to hold this position. Oliver did not want to d^i a cold face, "What kind of wager do you


    want to bet on?


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    Fane thought about this for a while before saying, "Do you have seven hundred contribution points


    on you?"