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 moving targets

to hide it. Then, he took out a Desert Eagle from the bottom of

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

front entrance. As he approached, he suddenly turned around

window. After looking around, he took out a tool from his

Thud!

muffled sound of him landing was very light. He was

staff uniform from

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

found Ernie suspicious. Ernie smoothly got into the elevator and pressed the button for the floor. Half a minute later, the elevator door opened with a

cart and walked

stationed every three to five steps apart. Two rows of black-suited bodyguards were protecting this floor

At the suite

appearance instantly made

just glanced at him without a

to the door of a room. He rang the doorbell and shouted,

her wet hair. She said with a puzzled face, “I didn’t order any room