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

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

was the one

a total of 30 pieces of land were

most expensive one. It was based in the

a whopping total of 100 million on this

company capable of exploiting this piece of

40 years, Longford

the capital and

was not about the amount of money involved but the

George was the richest

terms of power, Longford Group

Theo Zander had to depend on their favor

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

was certainly not an

stop in the central

was

in a black suit and black shades. They stood ten meters apart from each other on either side of

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

no change in Philip’s indifferent expression as he stepped nearer toward them. He grabbed a baseball bat

for the next five

howls broke through the air

Clang!

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 the knife?” he asked in an ice-cold tone

wasn’t me! It

wasn’t me either! Brother,

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

remained 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