The First Heir

“What?”

On the other end of the line, Travis Harrison was in the car, almost roaring with his eyes wide open.

Finn Arnell died in his venue? Wolfman was also being detained?

“Damn it! Where is he? Where is the troublemaker now? Didn’t I tell you to keep an eye on them?” Travis roared.

Carla was flustered and wailed. “Young Master Harrison, I couldn’t stop them. They’re too fierce. Even dozens of Wolfman’s people couldn’t stop one of them.”

“F*ck!”

Travis hung up the call furiously.

Five minutes later, Travis rushed into Buckingham Palace with dozens of bodyguards from the Harrison family.

Finn’s body was still lying in the

if she had seen her savior. She was crying as she rushed

Bam!

sending her flying.

stomach. She crawled on her knees to Travis’ feet and shouted, “Young Master Harrison, they’ve left. The

walked to Carla, grabbed the crystal ashtray on the coffee table, and smashed it down on

“Ah!”

echoed

blood as he dropped the ashtray that was already stained red. He pulled the tie

bodyguards of the Harrison family stepped forward, dragged Carla, and left Buckingham Palace. After that, Travis walked to the center of the dance floor, looked at Finn’s cold body, and dialed the Arnell family’s number with a

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time, Troy Crow hurriedly rushed to a small park He had agreed on the location with Philip.