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.

Hogan had no choice. He stood at the door for a long while before

melancholic face and an unhappy expression watched

Cynthia knew that her fate had been set in stone. She had been like a living zombie this whole time. Her life was entirely in the 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

Bang!

was pushed open from the outside. A stern middle-aged woman’s voice was

woman with a cold

door and shouted, “Get out! I won’t eat this! Even if I starve to death, I won’t eat anything from

really don’t know what’s good for you! Do you really think of yourself as a young lady of the Larson family? You’re just an illegitimate child of the

the woman turned her head and spat, “Hmph! Even a wretch wants to put on airs. What a joke! I don’t care if you

door with a slam, followed by the clatter of chains. To prevent Cynthia from escaping, all the entrances and exits were guarded. The doors and windows were replaced with steel. To prevent Cynthia from

slumped to the ground in despair. She hugged her slender and tender fair knees, curling

a sad

woman who could not command her destiny finally became a victim of

you’ll come and save me, right?” Cynthia cried for a while, and her eyes were