The First Heir

After Hogan had left, Zayn Larson and Nash Larson sneered and said, “Hogan must still be angry with us.”

Silva frowned and said, “Ignore him and just make sure that things are ready. Two days later, Cynthia must marry into the Berry family in style.”

“Yes, Silva.” Zayn and Nash nodded in response.

The meeting was adjourned.

At this moment, in the vicinity of the Larson family’s fourth branch, a small villa was closely guarded by bodyguards in black suits.

Hogan stood in front of the villa and raised his eyes to look at the villa. He smiled at the bodyguards guarding the door and said, “I want to see my daughter.”

However, the bodyguards reached out to stop Hogan and said, “Fourth Master, I’m sorry. The patriarch has ordered that without his patriarch’s token, no one is allowed to approach this villa.”

Hearing that, Hogan’s face flushed red in anger as he clenched his fists.

too far. However, Hogan had no choice. He stood at the door for a long while

the villa, a woman with a melancholic face and an unhappy expression watched as Hogan

hands of others. She had been on a hunger strike for three days. She was weak and exhausted. She wanted to fight, but Cynthia knew that no matter how hard she fought, it would be futile. Two days later,

Bang!

pushed open from the outside. A stern middle-aged woman’s voice was heard, “Third Young Miss,

a middle-aged woman with a cold face walked in with a dinner

out! I won’t eat this! Even if I starve to death, I

think of yourself as a young lady of the Larson family?

head and spat, “Hmph! Even a wretch wants to put on airs. What a joke! I don’t care if you eat or not.

all the entrances and exits were guarded. The doors and windows were replaced with steel.

ground in despair. She hugged her slender and tender fair knees, curling up

a sad

who could not command her destiny finally became

while, and her eyes were full