The First Heir

At the Riverdale branch of the Clarke Group.

The chairman’s office on the highest floor.

Philip stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back, looking out at the sunset outside. There was the red sky the color of wine and the busy streets below.

Hudson Cash was standing behind Philip respectfully.

“The Michaels family from Golden City wants to pull out of their deal with Beacon. Mobilize our businesses in the pharmaceutical industry to fill the gap the Michaels will leave behind.”

Philip said calmly, his eyes faintly cold.

Hudson looked pale. “Young Master, that might be slightly difficult.”

“Difficult?”

Philip turned around, his expression cold as he looked at Hudson.

Hudson had broken out into a cold sweat as well, his waist bowed low. “Young Master, you don’t have the right to use any of the family’s resources anymore. Madam Wallis put a family restraining order on you, just an hour ago. She even froze the billion bucks you wanted to invest into Beacon.”

A family restraining order?

Philip’s brow furrowed deeply, his expression covered in ice.

Bam!

opened the door

Wallis appeared at the door, dressed in a white gown and draped in jewelry. She strode in

elegant, her make-up delicate. Her every smile made her look like the perfect embodiment of a rich

“Madam.”

turned around and greeted her with respect, but then he quietly

her assistant Vivian took out a sheet of paper. There was the golden seal of Arcadia Island on it,

the restraining order the family cast on you, and you will no longer have access to the

said in a tone of ice, the corners of her mouth

frowned deeply and grabbed that sheet of gold-inlaid paper. He

really was

Philip raised his gaze and looked at Giada coldly. “What did you do

out of the family seven years ago,

you really think you can take me down like this, Giada? You’re underestimating me. I’ve been on guard against you the past seven years. So you have the Clarkes. But even without their influence, you and the rest of the Wallises are no match for me. You want a

voice was icy as he took a step forth, glaring at Giada

“Very well, we shall wait and see.

that, Giada turned and left with her entourage in

left the way she came,

in the chairperson’s office

the crumpled sheet in

damned Giada, how did she pull this

had happened to his father? Why did he issue a family

alright, Young