The First Heir

Whoosh!

The tires screeched across the ground, splashing rain all over the place. The cars then stopped at the entrance to the city.

Nigel immediately took the umbrella handed to him by his men, opened it with a bang, and briskly walked over to the second Mercedes.

He stood respectfully at the door of the car, bent over, and greeted, “Young Master Clarke.”

The car window rolled down, revealing a young face with a trace of indifference.

This scene appeared in everyone’s sight.

However, most people could not see the face behind the car window at all.

Due to the heavy rain and also Nigel partially blocking the view, everyone could only see a general outline.

Very young!

“Gosh, no way! How could a big shot be so young?”

“Oh my, this is crazy! He must be the young master of some hidden family!”

that actually had the power to help Nigel take over Cloudside in one

of Cloudside, those bosses of the business circle and underground leaders who had been waiting for this scene expressed

far beyond

looking respectfully at Philip. Philip asked coldly,

it anywhere in the city. I don’t think they’ve arrived yet. Moreover, my people in Country R also sent word that none of the

that, Philip furrowed his brows. He looked at the crowd of people at

in the limelight, so he explained, “I couldn’t help it. My every move in Cloudside is watched

Lambert family’s mansion. You can bring your people back too,”

waved to his men at the entrance to

crowd, leaving a huge pathway for Philip’s motorcade

naturally a car arranged by Nigel that had its high beams on, guiding Philip’s motorcade toward the Lambert

watched as the cars with high beams zoomed past one

was only after the convoy left that the big bosses on

did not even get

head to

let’s

luxury cars all started their engines

entrance to

Maserati, Bentley, Maybach, Rolls-Royce…

group of elderly bosses, the youngest in their 30s and 40s, surrounded the entrance