All Chapters of The First Heir: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Harold’s scalp was feeling prickly. His face was pale. “Brother Tiger, you’re...” Tiger Zander finally noticed him. He looked up in surprise and asked, “Manager Hill, what are you doing here?” What the… Harold felt like he was about to vomit blood. Did Tiger really not see him standing there? This was his amusement park, after all, his turf! However, Harold did not have the time to mind that now. When he recalled Tiger’s respectful attitude as the man addressed that two people earlier, Harold had a bad feeling about it. He forced out a smile and asked, “Brother Tiger, these two people are…” “This is my older brother, Theo Zander, Brother Theo. And this is Mr. Clarke, my brother’s honored guest,” answered Tiger. Tiger Zander was the top dog of Lord North Street, and Millennium Amusement Park was situated in this Lord North Street. Harold had been working here for many years now, so he naturally knew Tiger Zander’s strength and influence. He also knew that Tiger’s backer was the

Leon suddenly started laughing. It was a burst of presumptuous and mocking laughter. “What did you just say? Four hundred thousand? Bro, there should be a limit to your act.” Leon continued to mock, “I think what you’re wearing isn’t even worth three hundred. Oh, right, and with that blind daughter of yours, you two wouldn’t even add up to four digits. Forget four hundred thousand, can you even pay up forty thousand?” It was Leon’s first time meeting such a hilarious person. The man was even a father to a child, what an idiot. He must have just been putting up a front to act cool in front of his kid. “Leon, what are you saying? You were at fault first. Why can’t you just apologize to the child?” Silvia sounded annoyed. She had never expected that Leon would hit such an adorable little girl. This man was too vile! Thankfully, she had not accepted his confession earlier. However, Silvia was worried about Philip because she knew of Leon’s background. The young man was from a rich fa

Leon’s mind was now like a roller-coaster, in complete chaos. My name is Leon Larson, and I am now in a state of panic! There are thirty armored cash carriers outside the door, waiting in a line. Beside each car are four SWAT officers carrying loaded guns. They’re all wearing black battle uniforms, black helmets, and carrying black guns. Yes, it’s not the regular armored car escorts who carry rubber bullets. These are real bullets. Because the sum was too huge, the bank has contacted the SWAT team urgently, and they have sent more than a hundred SWAT officers over to escort the money. This was all done in less than ten minutes. Philip calmly looked at Leon whose forehead was now covered in sweat and said, “I called them here.” Boom! Leon felt his mind explode. His hands kept shaking. He was from a wealthy family and knew full well how terrifying a person is to send over so much cash in such a short time! His scalp felt prickly as he experienced despair for the first time. However

Leon lifted his head to look at Philip with a bit of anger and apprehension. “Why wouldn’t we dare to? Since you’ve bought our company, this money belongs to us!” The boy was reluctant to give in after all. Philip smirked. Lewis turned around and gave his son another slap. “Shut up!” Leon was stunned. In all of his life, today was the first time his father had slapped him so many times. He was just about to retort, but Lewis bowed and said humbly, “If Young Master Clarke wants my company, then it will be a gift to Young Master Clarke. Of course, I won’t take the money.” Lewis was not an idiot. He knew that only this way, he and his son would be able to survive. Philip nodded and glanced at George. The latter had the armored cars driven majestically away from the door. Yes, just like that, in front of Leon’s eyes, the cars drove away, one by one. That was three hundred million, all of Larson’s family’s assets! “Dad, what are you doing? That’s the Larson family’s money!” Leon

Philip smiled sheepishly and asked, “Mom, what’s the urgency?” Martha glared at him. “Stay here to add to our numbers, pretend to protest. You don’t have to care about anything else.” Then, Martha and a few other middle-aged men and women went to join the protest, screaming their lungs out. It was a shocking sight. Philip got some info from the bystanders and understood a bit of the situation. This was a financial investment company, and this group of older people had purchased some investment plans here. They were supposed to get their returns today. However, the building was now empty, with only a few lower-level staff left and one manager. By the look of things, that was probably an illegal fund-raising scheme! Here was where the problem got serious. Companies like this usually targeted well-off middle-aged people, and once something took a downturn, they would run away, and the money would be gone. It was no wonder Martha was so anxious. Philip felt a headache coming. He we