The First Heir

That short remark made Silva angry.

After a long while, Silva nodded and said, “Okay, I give you my promise! Remember this, if you dare to do anything to the Larson family, I won’ t let you and your father off!”

After saying that, Silva turned around and left the room. He said coldly to the servant at the door, “Hurry up and get ready!”

Cynthia looked at Silva’s departing back departure, and the chill on her face disappeared. She was merely putting on an act just now. She was actually feeling very nervous inside. After all, Silva was the head of the Larson family and a ruthless person.

Right after Silva left, Zinnia appeared again.

She swaggered into the room and glanced at Cynthia who was very beautifully dressed. A trace of jealousy and hatred flashed in the corner of her eyes. She said mockingly, “Cynthia, congratulations on getting married, and it’s to the Berry family too. Oh, but it’s to become a concubine. It’s not that bad, though. It’ s quite suitable for your identity. After all, you were born to that disgraceful woman.”

Hearing this, a chill flashed in Cynthia’s eyes as she stared at Zinnia. She pointed to the door and said, “Get lost! If you don’t want to be beaten by me, leave immediately!”

Zinnia stomped her foot, pointed at Cynthia’s nose angrily, and scolded, “Cynthia, don’t think you can put on airs just because you’re marrying into the Berry family! In my opinion, you’ll always be an

A cold snort!

the door, she said coldly to a maid

pocket, which was covered with silver needles and had Stanley Berry’s birth date written

stay away and said with

winked at the maid. The maid got the signal and quickly walked in. She put the doll among Cynthia’s wedding

would make a record of her wedding gifts. This was

left the

convoy of wedding cars arrived outside Larson Manor. All Bentleys were led by a Rolls -Royce Wraith. There was a flower bouquet on the hood of the car. As the convoy stopped at the entrance of Larson Manor, all distinguished guests also quickly gathered around and waited

were already waiting at the door. At this moment, the door of the Rolls-Royce in the lead opened and a middle-aged man in a white tuxedo stepped out. When he got out of the car, he bowed slightly to the three masters of the Larson family. He said, “Hello, gentleman.” Then, he waved his hand and signaled the convoy behind to bring