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.

and noticed the eight people as

even fear on her

The Shadow Squadron!

they appear

even Fulton

could the person

as her body

that all her hair stood

going to pay your respects

the car, a voice carrying the vicissitudes of life sounded,

voice, full of oppression and majesty, was very

the death warriors of the

It was too intense!

to the door of

are you here? Shouldn’t you be recuperating on Arcadia

Giada who was standing bent over at the door

“Of course not.”

lowered her head, stretched out her hand, and allowed Roger to grab hold of it.

the wheelchair over and helped him into

came over and pushed the wheelchair

warriors and guards

Master!

Could it be…

Hiss!