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!”

man like that actually had the power to

of the business circle and underground leaders who had been waiting for this

far beyond

stood at the door of the car, looking respectfully at Philip. Philip

in the city. I don’t think they’ve arrived yet. Moreover, my people

at the entrance of the city and said, “You kicked up such

move in Cloudside is watched by

go directly to the Lambert family’s mansion. You can bring your people back too,”

waved to his men

leaving a huge pathway for Philip’s motorcade

car arranged by Nigel that had its

zoomed past one after another,

was only after the convoy left that the big bosses on the scene

Clarke did not even get down from

head to the Lambert

right, let’s go

flash, more than a dozen luxury cars all started

a moment before the entrance to

Maserati, Bentley, Maybach, Rolls-Royce…

group of elderly bosses, the youngest in their 30s and 40s, surrounded the entrance of the Lambert family’s mansion. They were