The First Heir

He used another phone and called Al Hopper. The call was only answered after a long while.

“Juan, are you surprised that it’s me?”

Juan trembled at the familiar voice. His hands and feet turned cold as sweat started to roll down his forehead in beads.

“Philip? How did you…”

Juan’s words were stuck in his throat.

This was Al’s number but Philip was the one who answered the phone. Even a pig-brained idiot would know what was going on.

“Where’s Al?” Juan controlled his frantic emotions and asked.

“In front of your house,” Philip said calmly. Then, there was a muffled voice coming from the phone.

Juan was shocked. He stood up from the sofa and ran to the window, looking outside through the glass.

Two black Mercedes-Benzs were parked in front of the entrance of the mansion. Their tail lights were shining in an ominous red glow.

There was a man at the hood of the car. He was smoking a cigarette. The red glow of the cigarette caused Juan to panic.

Philip!

How did he get here so fast?

Bang!

the door of the mansion was being opened forcefully. Tiger and ten

black immediately

Another loud bang.

the sofa by Tiger. There was a green tape across his mouth. He

Everything happened too fast.

have time to register what

him slowly and threw his cigarette butt on the floor. He

straight to the sofa to sit

that I’d be visiting your

cold sweat. He was shocked by

Theo

was going

Rip!

Mr. Clarke! Please show some leniency

Everyone had survival instincts.

that, his eyes went wide as he roared, “Bullsh*t! I don’t even know you! When did

Philip’s arrival all of

house was filled with people. One of them

Today, he was willing to stand

in

such, Juan

too fast. It was

on the floor and pointing at Juan with all his might. He immediately confessed in

have to believe me. He gave me those orders. Please let me go.

in a tearful voice. He kowtowed heavily on the ground. His forehead was wounded during

was scared to

were Tiger and Theo