The First Heir

Branson sneered, his eyes full of grim coldness, “Young man, you’re the first person who dares to say this to me. I want to see what’s going to happen to me!”

As his voice fell, Philip had already taken out his mobile phone.

At this scene, people looked at him incredulously.

Everyone sneered. This so-called Mr. Clarke of Riverdale was not going to call for help, right?

If he wanted to fight with the number of people, no one here would fall short.

However, Philip continued to dial a number and said indifferently, “How are things going?”

On the phone, a respectful male voice replied, “Young Master Clarke, everything is ready.”

“Branson Wood of Sunnyglen, deal with this first. In five minutes, make all his properties go bankrupt. In ten minutes, make him collapse. Anyone standing behind him, dig out all their information and hand it over to the relevant units!”

Philip ordered before hanging up the phone.

Branson laughed sarcastically, looked at Philip, and shouted, “Boy, there’s a limit to being pretentious! You want to take me down in ten minutes? Dream on! Do you know how many people are standing behind me? Do you really think you can make me collapse with just a word or two?”

the local tycoons present at the scene were expressing

found was nothing but

think

just because he had a little money and some

immediately. The water in this underground chamber of

boss mocked him

were waiting for

really

Branson Wood down? Even Shawn Hane sitting over there

he think

A zillionaire?

Ludicrous!

his back. He looked at Branson and the others indifferently. He raised his

the same time

brightly lit mansion was a European-style villa covering an area of

were gardens, lawns, swimming pools, and even an empty green space in the

extravagance in Sunnyglen as well

At this moment, however…