The First Heir

Philip sneered and said, “Cyril, if you want to survive and save all your family members, tell the truth. Tell me if the Southern Division of the Supernatural Bureau colluded with you in the incident involving the Warren and Hart families.”

Cyril’s eyes flickered as he gritted his teeth and glanced at Brad who had an ugly scowl on his face. He dared not say anything because his whole family was under Brad’s supervision. If he said anything, his entire family would die in the next second!

Cyril shook his head and said in a low, weak voice, “Young Patriarch Clarke, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know Mr. Sacha at all. This is our first meeting.”

Hearing Cyril’s sensible remark, Brad said smugly, “Listen, Young Patriarch Clarke. I don’t know Villa Master Hopper at all. So, those false accusations are slander. You’re framing me.”

Hearing this, Philip frowned, looked down at Cyril, and said, “Cyril, you don’t have many chances. If you don’t tell the truth now, aren’t you afraid that the other party will silence you later?”

Cyril’s heart skipped a beat. However, he had no choice. Compared to his family, his life was trivial.

Seeing Cyril’s hesitation, Philip added, “Villa Master Jefferson, bring them in…”

“Yes!”

family members were led in by

He stared at Philip

at Cyril impassively and said, “I’ve rescued your family members for you, so you should know

Patriarch Clarke, this is kidnapping and a deliberate attempt at slander and

ignored

immediately, “Young Patriarch Clarke, Brad and I are old friends. Brad Sacha is

saying this, Cyril slumped like a deflated balloon on the floor. His eyes stared forlornly at his wife, children,

angrily at Cyril and roared, “Cyril Hopper, this is a false accusation! I don’t know you at all! What about

away. After that, he stared at Brad coldly and asked grimly, “Brad Sacha, what else do you have

and refused to admit it. He said, “Young Patriarch Clarke, I absolutely didn’t do it! I don’t know anything about the Warren and Hart

Brad’s denial, Philip stepped forward, stared at him coldly, and said, “Brad, at this point, it doesn’t matter whether you admit it or not. If the director of