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 away before running into the

convoy of sedans soon arrived at an estate that had been

was the one who paid

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

most expensive one. It was based in the central

a whopping total of 100 million

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

enterprise that had stood firmly for 40 years,

capital and power that

not about the amount of money involved

George was

Longford Group

Zander had to depend on

soon arrived at Longford Park. There were three gates altogether, each of which was being guarded

was certainly

came to a stop in the central

name was

a black suit and black shades. They stood ten meters apart from each

grounds in the headlights were the five young hooligans from before who were now

indifferent expression as he stepped nearer toward them. He grabbed a baseball bat from the hands of one of the security guards

for the next five

and howls broke through the

Clang!

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

wasn’t me!

either! Brother,

anymore! We know our faults now,

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.