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.”

Blake’s behavior was equivalent

He must be killed!

of being condescending to the Wallis family, he has long been unable to hold back. He thinks that if he cooperates with the

Persian cat down, and whispered, “Just let him do what he wants. We’ll just wait to

“Yes, Madam,” Vivian responded.

the same time in Capital

of Capital City,

well-guarded and full of bodyguards in black suits with one posted

were not

the huge hall of

low, so low that 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 was dressed in a black

and the person with the highest prestige in

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

within the family or the field of

and the teacup on the

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

eyes were full of anger as he

a cold sweat as he felt the anger of the master for the

it was

time was eight years