The First Heir

Meanwhile, Gilson Manor.

Travis stood in the same spot, his face full of arrogance and anger as he stared at Philip and the others. He cursed, “Boy, if you don’t want to die, kneel and apologize to me right now! Otherwise, when my father arrives, none of you can escape!”

“The huge backer behind my father is the Clarke family, do you understand?”

“Looking at you, I’m sure you don’t know much about the Clarke family, so I’ll tell you. The Clarke family holds more than half of the world’s assets! Amazing, right? Does it feel like your head is buzzing?”

“Hahaha, I knew that you’d be afraid. Now, down on your knees immediately! Once my father arrives with people of the Clarke family, no matter who you are, no matter who is behind you, and whether you’re deliberately targeting the Harrison family or not, all of you will die!”

Travis was like a lunatic, roaring hysterically. He was trying to give himself a boost. He had no choice. The only people left on the scene were him and Greg Arnell, who was kneeling.

He felt very discouraged.

and his people still looked indifferent as if they were

“Have you said enough?”

with a slight frown. Travis coughed. His throat was burning and

his

entrance. The one in the lead was naturally Holt Harrison’s ride. He quickly got down from the car

and yelling at Philip. Suddenly, Holt felt that he was having

‘This stupid son!’

way to court

out of the car and respectfully invite a middle-aged man down the

“Hahaha!”

the door. He said to Philip, “Look, my father is here with someone from the Clarke family. All of you are dead

and immediately ran to his father. He knelt on the ground and shouted, “Dad, look, these people are so fierce.