The First Heir

On the other end of the phone, Ernie said tersely, “Master, I’ve arrived in Uppercreek.”

“Good!”

Homer said coldly, “Find that kid immediately and kill him!”

“Understood,” Ernie responded and ended the call.

At this moment, he was sitting in the dark car, smoking a cigarette. The scarlet tip of the cigarette looked particularly eye-catching at night.

After sitting for a while, Ernie observed the surroundings through the car window. He looked at the hotel where a dozen people were guarding the entrance and looked up.

This was the hotel where Philip was staying. According to the young master, his pregnant wife was in this hotel.

Menacing intent flashed from the corner of Ernie’s eyes. He glanced at the people patrolling around as a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Such an arrangement could indeed deter many people. However, Ernie was different. He was an expert at assassination, someone who had survived from the edge of the sword.

nothing more than

and used his pants to hide it. Then, he

hat. After his preparations, he pushed the car door open. He threw the cigarette to the ground and stomped on it heavily. It was drizzling in Uppercreek and there were not many passersby or

to the hotel’s front entrance. As he approached, he suddenly

took advantage of the night to feel for an open window. After looking around, he took

Thud!

sound of him landing was very light. He

uniform from the bench, and changed into

calmly walked out of the lounge while pushing a small dining cart. He walked along

found Ernie suspicious. Ernie smoothly got into the elevator and pressed the button for the floor.

dining cart and walked out

to five steps apart. Two

on both sides of every suite door. At the suite at the end,

appearance instantly made the bodyguards

just glanced at him

dining cart and came to the door of a room. He rang the

lady inside wore a bathrobe and was wiping her wet hair. She said with a puzzled face, “I