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?

the thought away before running

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

was the one

in Riverdale. Only a total of 30 pieces of land were developed with the cheapest

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

spent a whopping total of 100

of exploiting this piece of

that had stood firmly for 40 years,

and power that existed behind the

money involved but the

George was

Longford Group was undeniably

Theo Zander had to depend on their favor when handling

three gates altogether, each of which was being guarded

certainly

the central region of

name was

guards, all of whom were dressed in a black suit and black shades.

were the five young hooligans from before who

them. He grabbed a baseball bat from the hands

for the next five

through the

Clang!

both his arms hung loosely. “Which

wasn’t me! It

wasn’t me either! Brother, please

this anymore! We know our

fingers at the guards and a few of them stepped forward, each one of them carrying a silver box in their hands. They