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.”

leaned down to pat the female attendant’s cheek. He said with a smile, “Well done,

and was about to walk toward the

shout came

allowed you to break

Pitter-patter!

face, he walked up to Shane. He raised his thick eyebrows and asked, “Who are you? Don‘t you know whose

mouth. He pulled the cuffs of his suit and asked

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!

not afford to mess with Young Master Clarke, but could he not mess with this

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

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

at Heath and said, “Heath, huh? Very