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?

chuckled to herself and shrugged the thought

arrived at an estate that had been personally bought by

was the

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

the most expensive one. It was based in the central region

had spent a whopping total of

real estate development company capable of exploiting this piece of land was the best local enterprise in Riverdale—Longford

years, Longford Group always had

capital and

about the amount of money involved but

money, George was the

in terms of power, Longford Group

to depend on

Longford Park. There were three gates altogether, each of which was being guarded by

certainly not

the cars came to a stop in the central region of the

was

were dressed in a black suit and black

were the five young hooligans from before who were now

He grabbed a baseball bat from the hands of one of the security guards and swung it down

for the next five

and howls 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

me! It wasn’t

me either! Brother, please forgive

won’t dare to do this anymore! We know our faults

snapped his fingers at the guards and a few of them stepped forward, each one of them carrying