The First Heir

After her words fell, Giada stepped out while leading her people and walked out of the hall.

Miguel did not bother to get involved, so he pulled a maid into the room and started his wonderful life.

Here, at the gates of Cirrus Villa, all eight shadow guards had gotten out of the cars. They were confronting the dozens of death warriors and guards of the Wallis family.

In fact, the shadow guards could easily deal with all these people.

Even if another platoon turned up, it would be a piece of cake for them.

However, the master had given orders for them to keep a low profile.

The eight people looked indifferent. Compared to the dozens of death warriors standing nervously on the opposite, they were simply strolling around leisurely.

The atmosphere on both sides could not be more different.

One side was flustered while the other was laid back.

In the eyes of the shadow guards, these people were shrimps that were not worth mentioning.

After a while, there was a commotion from behind. The crowd blocking the gates automatically dispersed, leaving a pathway.

Giada Wallis, with a Persian cat in her arms, walked over with a cold face. She was followed by a personal guard behind her.

Vivian was naturally behind her, protecting Giada’s safety constantly.

soon as Giada appeared and noticed the eight people

even fear on her

The Shadow Squadron!

they appear

Fulton Hash was

that case, could the person inside the car

further as her body started

hair stood on end as she

to pay your

carrying the vicissitudes of life

full of oppression and

this sentence stunned all the death warriors of the Wallis

It was too intense!

Giada could think about it, she already put down the Persian cat, walked hurriedly to the door of the car, and bent over

here? Shouldn’t you be recuperating on

at the door of

“Of course not.”

and allowed Roger to

immediately pushed the wheelchair over and helped him into

over and

astounded the death warriors and guards of the

Master!

Could it be…

Hiss!