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 away before running into the

other end, the convoy of sedans soon arrived at an estate that had been personally bought

be exact, Philip was the one who paid for

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

most expensive one. It was based in the

spent a whopping total of 100 million

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

firmly for 40 years, Longford Group always

and power that existed behind

amount of money involved

terms of money, George was the

in terms of power, Longford

Zander had to depend on

cars soon arrived at Longford Park. There were three gates altogether, each

was certainly not an

in the central region of the estate. They

was indeed

in a black suit and black shades. They stood ten meters apart

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

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

went on for the next five

through the

Clang!

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

do this anymore! We know our faults now, please forgive

stepped forward, each one of them carrying a silver box in their hands. They proceeded to lift the lids