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?

to herself and shrugged the

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

the one who

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

land which George had purchased was the most expensive one. It was based in the central region

of 100 million

the only real estate development company capable of exploiting this piece

local enterprise that had stood firmly for 40 years, Longford Group always had speaking

capital and power that existed behind the

about the amount of money involved but

money, George was the richest man in

of power, Longford

Theo Zander had to depend on their favor when handling

altogether, each of which was being guarded by specially trained security

certainly

in the central

was

a black suit and black shades. They stood ten meters apart from each other on either side of the thousand-acre

the headlights were the five

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

on for the

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

me!

me either! Brother,

do this anymore! We

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