The First Heir

Philip’s eyes were ice-cold, his demeanor daunting.

George dared not speak at all as he kept quiet. This demeanor of his that had disappeared for seven whole years was finally revealed once again at this very moment.

Tonight, the gang of hooligans was about to face the wrath of a dragon that had just awakened from the abyss.

“Drive,” George ordered.

The S-class sedans slowly drove away from the hospital grounds, still lined up together.

Meanwhile, Lynn and her parents who were walking briskly toward the hospital entrance coincidentally passed by Philip’s car.

Being the money-obsessed woman she was, Lynn could not help but eye the five to six luxury sedans as they drove past her. The cars were especially impossible to miss at nighttime.

Who was this rich man?

Lynn’s heart immediately jumped when she saw the car occupant’s face.

The person sitting in the car that just drove past her was no other than her good-for-nothing brother-in-law, Philip Clarke.

Lynn was stunned in place as her brows furrowed. She turned back to the convoy of sedans that were driving out of the hospital’s gate as she wondered to herself.

“Is it really him?”

How was that possible though?

She had to be overthinking.

Lynn was clear what kind of person her brother-in-law was.

How could he be sitting in a luxury sedan being the piece of trash that he was?

herself and shrugged the thought

soon arrived at an estate that had

Philip was the

most expensive region in Riverdale. Only a total of 30 pieces of land were developed with the

expensive one. It was based in the central region

spent a whopping total of 100 million on this

exploiting this piece of

a local enterprise that had stood firmly for 40 years, Longford Group always had speaking rights and certain influence

could possibly imagine the capital and power that

amount of money involved but the

was the richest

terms of power, Longford Group was undeniably the

Theo Zander had to depend on

were three gates altogether, each

certainly

to a stop in the central region of the estate. They had arrived

name was indeed

black suit and black

in the headlights were the five

change in Philip’s indifferent expression as he stepped nearer toward them. He grabbed a baseball bat from the hands of one of the security guards and swung it

for the next

and howls broke through the

Clang!

thrown to the ground as Philip took a seat on the jade white marble bench. With his legs wide apart, he bent his upper body forward as both his arms hung loosely. “Which one of you was the one with the knife?” he asked in an ice-cold tone as he glared at the five

me!

me either! Brother, please

anymore! We know our faults now,

expression remained dark and stern as the men begged and pleaded. He snapped his fingers at the guards and a few of them stepped forward, each one of them carrying a silver box in their hands. They proceeded to