The First Heir

Bob did not bother to put a stop to it at all. After all, he strongly disliked Philip, so he had to teach him a lesson. That piece of trash needed to be made aware that not anyone can step into the door of the Yates family.

“Grandpa, it’s unsure when the others will be arriving. You should get some rest. I’ll wait for them here.”

Eric, who was next to Bob, said that and put on a very well-behaved appearance. Usually, Eric had a cold temperament and was arrogant from head to toe.

Bob nodded, looked at his little grandson fondly, and walked into the yard with the help of Eric and his walking stick that was made out of black wood inlaid with gold thread.

After he sent Bob in, Eric walked out again.

At this time, several youngsters stood at the door. They were all the younger generations of the Yates family.

“Eric, what’s the plan?”

A young man, full of arrogance and dressed in expensive clothes, said.

He was the youngest son of Peter Yates, the eldest of the Yates family. His name was Aaron Yates. He was the same age as Eric and they had been close since they were young.

Therefore, their personalities were similar. They were both rich playboys.

Eric smiled coldly and said, “Let’s inflict all kinds of indignities to that good-for-nothing and humiliate Wynn.”

Aaron nodded in agreement, a gloomy sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.

None of them liked Wynn because Wynn had a different surname. They felt like she excelled in everything that she did when they were growing up, unlike them.

the fear of God in her

go down with her

shut was a

Yates, the second daughter of Peter Yates. She was

her cousins.

come on. Since we’re here, just enjoy the show.” Eric winked and smiled

she thought about it, she stayed on. She decided to lend Wynn a helping hand if it was

Wynn to

there too. She

pigs that

master’s degree from the Massachusetts Institute of

her, a man would never be

she

Lincoln Navigator

the car first, followed

the others standing at the door. She tugged on Philip’s hand slightly and asked in a low voice, “Philip, are you really okay? Else, you can go back

very worried that Philip

the Northern Sky Western Restaurant, in front of the well established

eldest son,

was around three to four billion dollars. He was in the real estate business and had some

Riverdale and established branches in eight

smile, “Wynnie, believe me. It’s going

was nothing

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