The First Heir

Blake hurried to Cirrus Manor and met Giada.

This woman, Giada Wallis, was born with a glamorous and noble temperament. When she stood there unmoving, she was exactly like an iceberg with a cold demeanor. She was holding a Persian cat in her arms.

“Madam, something must have happened to Marcus. I’m afraid that the Quaid family will not give up so easily this time. A disaster is brewing in Riverdale. When should we take action?”

Blake stood in the hall while bending slightly, looking very respectful.

Giada stood there with a calm expression and said in an unhurried manner, “I see. I’ll contact the Quaid family. You can just do your own thing for now.”

Blake nodded and asked again after a brief hesitation, “Madam, there’s something I don’t understand. Who on earth is this Philip who’s so audacious that he can still be alive after hitting the second son of the Quaid family? Are you and he…”

Giada’s face turned cold. She stared at Blake and said, “Don’t ask questions that you shouldn’t ask! He’s not an ordinary person. Go and make the preparations now. I want to see how he’ll solve the current problems.”

Blake frowned slightly and slowly withdrew from Cirrus Manor.

Standing next to the car door, Blake looked back at the manor as a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

The lady was too calm. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that must not be missed.

Blake got into the car, dialed a number, and coldly said, “Help me contact the Quaid family quickly. I have something to discuss with them.”

Blake’s car soon left the manor.

In the hall, Giada teased the Persian cat in her arms when Vivian walked out behind her and said coldly, “Madam, Blake Michaels has contacted the Quaid family privately.”

angry. Blake’s behavior was equivalent to betraying

He must be killed!

already guessed that he’d contact the Quaid family privately. That old fox, Blake Michaels. After so many years of being condescending to the Wallis family, he has long been unable to hold back. He

bent down slightly, put the Persian cat down, and whispered, “Just let him do what

“Yes, Madam,” Vivian responded.

time in

distinguished family of Capital City, the

suits with one posted at every five steps.

not

huge hall of the Quaid family’s

was dull and the temperature was very low, so low that it made

ruddy face. He appeared to be about 40 to 50 years old. He had a square jaw, thick eyebrows, a high

of the Quaid family and the person with the highest prestige in the entire family, Quentin

the ability to command thousands of troops, he had fought countless battles to

or the field of special guards, he

moment, Quentin was furious. He slapped the table suddenly and the teacup on the table jumped, the contents spilling all over the

for me! I don’t care who it is. Find him and bring him to Capital City! I want to see who dares to

of anger as he sternly

drenched in a cold sweat as he felt the anger of

was the second

time was