The First Heir

“What are you trying to do?” Philip’s face turned cold, and he started feeling anxious.

He knew about Giada’s methods. This woman would not hesitate to get rid of her rivals—including her own son.

When he was eight, she asked someone to run over him with a car.

There was only one reason. It was because she was afraid that he might be the obstacle in her process of taking over the Clarkes.

A tiger, though cruel, would not devour its cubs.

However, in Giada’s eyes, power was her only priority.

When Giada mentioned Philip’s marriage and his daughter, he started to panic.

This was also the main reason why Philip had not exposed his identity.

“Don’t worry, they’re the daughter-in-law and bloodline of the Clarkes. If you beg me, I’ll let them go.” Giada’s smile would give anyone a bone-piercing chill. It was extremely offensive.

“I’m warning you, don’t you dare touch Wynn and Mila. If not, I’ll make you regret this,” Philip said coldly.

Giada chuckled calmly. She took out two embroidered boxes from the drawer of the coffee table. They looked delicate. There were also shiny crown crests on the boxes. She smiled and said, “These are for Wynn and Mila. It’s a meeting gift from Aunt Giada.”

Philip’s face fell. He did not take the boxes. He just asked coldly, “Giada, I don’t know what you’re planning, but I can tell you confidently that they don’t know who I am. I am also warning you, if you dare to have any ideas toward Wynn and Mila, I won’t mind letting you try my methods!

“Also, I’m advising you to go back immediately. Riverdale is not a place where you should be,” Philip said.

yet. But remember, if you want to protect them, you

calmly, “Don’t look down on me. I know who you are, Giada Wallis. Ever since you married into this family, I could tell. I already have all kinds of plans to counter your attacks. If

…

at the entrance and watched Philip leave. She kept

grown up a

known about

he hid that

Was this a Clarke?

had finally grown his fangs. This lion that had been suppressing all of its anger

to herself, “This is indeed Roger’s son. He even has his little ways. I underestimated him. I thought he was just a piece of trash who’d endure

sat on the hospital bed and looked at Mila who was sound asleep. His eyes were

won’t let anyone hurt you,”

It was intertwined with the past

Master Yates’ 70th birthday

her daughter Samantha to pick up Martha and her

face looked glum, especially when she saw Samantha’s proud look. It was as

them

was like a modern woman from television. Her hair was curled, and she was wearing a very expensive outfit. She held the latest Gucci bag in her hand, and there was a pair of sunglasses on her face. She sat on the sofa in the living

not even take off her sunglasses despite being

sunglasses were filled with detest. The corner of her lips also curled in disdain. She murmured, “This place smells moldy. Old houses are indeed

bowl of fruits. When she heard

a b*tch! She was just

all over if

outfit, she wondered how many men

here?” Martha