The First Heir

Crash, bang, boom!

Shane smashed the front desk angrily, causing the attendants to scream in fright.

After a bout of wrecking, Shane adjusted his suit and took out the photo again. He grabbed the hair of a squatting female attendant and asked harshly, “Tell me which room she’s staying in!”

The female attendant shuddered in fear and stammered, “No… I… don’t know.”

“Don’t know? Interesting.”

Shane smiled and kicked the female attendant away. Then, he picked up the golf club and walked to her one step at a time. He pointed the club at her head and said coldly, “I’m asking you again which room she’s in. If you don’t tell me, your pretty face will be ruined.”

The female attendant was scared out of her wits. Looking at the burly guys standing behind Shane, she swallowed and said tremblingly, “Room… 1808.”

in his hand, and leaned down to pat the female attendant’s cheek. He said with a smile, “Well done, that’s more

around and was about to walk

rough shout came

Who allowed you to break

Pitter-patter!

on his face, he walked up to Shane. He raised his thick eyebrows and

a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He pulled the cuffs of his suit and asked lightly, “Oh, whose territory?

raised his eyebrows. He was the third person to dare to speak to him like this, the first two being Master Bell and Young

He was angry!

Master Clarke, but could he not mess with this

dare you speak to me like that?! Don’t you know that this territory belongs to me, Heath, and also Master Bell

a black suit hurried in and whispered in Shane’s ear, “Third Young Master, many people have

looked at Heath and said, “Heath, huh? Very well, I’ll