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.”

was very angry. Blake’s behavior was equivalent to

He must be killed!

has long been unable to hold back. He thinks that if he cooperates with the Quaid family, he can swallow Riverdale and leave the Wallis family. I

let him do what he wants. We’ll just

“Yes, Madam,” Vivian responded.

same time

of Capital City, the

black suits with one

were not ordinary

huge hall of the

very low, so low that it made one’s whole

grand preceptor armchair, and in it sat a middle-aged man with a ruddy face. He appeared to be about 40 to 50 years old. He had a square jaw, thick eyebrows, a high nose, slightly white temples, and

family and the person with

the ability to command thousands of troops, he

within the family or the field of special guards, he had the highest

was furious. He slapped the table suddenly and the

my Quaid family heir! Investigate! Check it thoroughly for me! I don’t care who it is. Find him and bring him to Capital City! I

full of anger as he

was also drenched in a cold sweat as he felt the anger

it was the second

time was