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?

the thought

convoy of sedans soon arrived at an estate that had been personally bought

exact, Philip was the one who paid

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

purchased was the most expensive one. It was based in the

of 100 million

capable of exploiting this piece

years, Longford Group always

the capital and power that existed behind

amount of money

money, George was the

of power, Longford Group was undeniably

Zander had to depend on their

gates altogether, each of which was being

was certainly not an

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

name was

car and was greeted by his security guards, all of whom were dressed in a black suit and

headlights were the five young hooligans from before who

he stepped nearer toward them. He grabbed a baseball bat from the hands of one of the security guards and swung it down fiercely

went on for the

broke through the

Clang!

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

wasn’t me! It

either! Brother, please

We know

a few of them stepped forward, each one of them carrying a silver