The First Heir

Chapter 84

Philip’s eyes were ice-cold, his demeanor daunting.

George dared not speak at all as he kept quiet. This demeanor of his that had disappeared for seven whole years was finally revealed once again at this very moment.

Tonight, the gang of hooligans was about to face the wrath of a dragon that had just awakened from the abyss.

“Drive,” George ordered.

The S-class sedans slowly drove away from the hospital grounds, still lined up together.

Meanwhile, Lynn and her parents who were walking briskly toward the hospital entrance coincidentally passed by Philip’s car.

Being the money-obsessed woman she was, Lynn could not help but eye the five to six luxury sedans as they drove past her. The cars were especially impossible to miss at nighttime.

Who was this rich man?

Lynn’s heart immediately jumped when she saw the car occupant’s face.

The person sitting in the car that just drove past her was no other than her good-for-nothing brother-in- law, Philip Clarke.

Lynn was stunned in place as her brows furrowed. She turned back to the convoy of sedans that were driving out of the hospital’s gate as she wondered to herself.

“Is it really him?”

How was that possible though?

She had to be overthinking.

Lynn was clear what kind of person her brother-in-law was.

How could he be sitting in a luxury sedan being the piece of trash that he was?

Lynn chuckled to herself and shrugged the thought away before running into the hospital.

On the other end, the convoy of sedans soon arrived at an estate that had been personally bought by George.

To be exact, Philip was the one who paid for it.

The estate was located in the most expensive region in Riverdale. Only a total of 30 pieces of land were developed with the cheapest one priced at 30 million!

The land which George had purchased was the most expensive one. It was based in the central region with unique features.

He had spent a whopping total of 100 million on this piece of land!

Of course, the only real estate development company capable of exploiting this piece of land was the best local enterprise in Riverdale—Longford Group.

Being a local enterprise that had stood firmly for 40 years, Longford Group always had speaking rights and certain influence in Riverdale.

Nobody could possibly imagine the capital and power that existed behind the scenes.

It was not about the amount of money involved but the intricate chain of relationships.

In terms of money, George was the richest man in Riverdale.

However, in terms of power, Longford Group was undeniably the local tyrant.

Even Theo Zander had to depend on their favor when handling affairs.

The convoy of cars soon arrived at Longford Park. There were three gates altogether, each of which was being guarded by specially trained security guards from Longford Group.

Safety was certainly not an issue.

Eventually, the cars came to a stop in the central region of the estate. They had arrived at First Palace.

The name was indeed domineering.

Philip got out of the car and was greeted by his security guards, all of whom were dressed in a black suit and black shades. They stood ten meters apart from each other on either side of the thousand-acre piece of land.

Kneeling in the center of the grounds in the headlights were the five young hooligans from before who were now shivering in fright.

There was no change in Philip’s indifferent expression as he stepped nearer toward them. He grabbed a baseball bat from the hands of one of the security guards and swung it down fiercely on the men!

This went on for the next five minutes.

Screams and howls broke through the air one after another.

Clang!

The baseball bat was thrown to the ground as Philip took a seat on the jade white marble bench. With his legs wide apart, he bent his upper body forward as both his arms hung loosely. “Which one of you

was the one with the knife?” he asked in an ice-cold tone as he glared at the five men sprawled across the ground.

“It wasn’t me! It wasn’t me!”

“It wasn’t me either! Brother, please forgive us!”

“We won’t dare to do this anymore! We know our faults now, please forgive us!”

Philip’s expression remained dark and stern as the men begged and pleaded. He snapped his fingers at the guards and a few of them stepped forward, each one of them carrying a silver box in their hands. They proceeded to lift the lids up, revealing stacks of red banknotes inside.

“I have five million here. Whoever speaks up first will have all of it.”

Although his voice was soft, the effect was astounding.

The young hooligans exchanged glances as each one of them conspired their own thoughts.

“I’ll talk!”

“No, let me talk!”

“It was him! Woody did it!”

Within seconds, four of them were pointing their fingers at the same person.

The man who was singled out was terrified and trembling all over. He continued shouting that it was not him, and he tried to get up from the floor to run away.

Thump!

A kick sent him flying to the air, making him drop to the ground once again. He clutched his abdomen as cold sweat formed on his forehead.

Philip sneered as he remained seated on the jade white marble bench. “I don’t want to see his face ever again in Riverdale.”

As soon as the words came out from his mouth, two of the black-suited security guards moved forward and dragged a terrified and trembling Woody away.

Woody desperately begged for mercy, “Brother, please forgive me! Big Boss, I know that I’ve done wrong. I’m sorry!”

Rumble!

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Somewhere in a corner of Riverdale, a black van was speeding under the heavy rain when one of the car doors opened as a body covered with blood was thrown out from the vehicle.

Both his legs were broken after getting thrown into puddles of mud. He was howling in agony.

From that moment on, Riverdale was home to another crippled beggar.