The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

At the Riverdale branch of the Clarke Group. The chairman’s office on the highest floor. Philip stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back, looking out at the sunset outside. There was the red sky the color of wine and the busy streets below. Hudson Cash was standing behind Philip respectfully. “The Michaels family from Golden City wants to pull out of their deal with Beacon. Mobilize our businesses in the pharmaceutical industry to fill the gap the Michaels will leave behind.”

Philip said calmly, his eyes faintly cold. Hudson looked pale. “Young Master, that might be slightly difficult.” “Difficult?” Philip turned around, his expression cold as he looked at Hudson. Hudson had broken out into a cold sweat as well, his waist bowed low. “Young Master, you don’t have the right to use any of the family’s resources anymore. Madam Wallis put a family restraining order on you, just an hour ago. She even froze the billion bucks you wanted to invest into Beacon.” A family restraining order?

Philip’s brow furrowed deeply, his expression covered in ice. Bam! At the same time, someone opened the door to the chairman’s office from outside.

elegant, her make-up delicate. Her every smile made her look like the perfect embodiment of a rich wife. “Madam.” Hudson hurriedly turned around and greeted her with respect, but

looked at Giada coolly. She took off her shades, and next to her, her assistant Vivian took out a sheet of paper. There was the golden seal of Arcadia Island on it, as well as his father’s personal signature. “Starting from now, Philip, your right to inherit the family matters is suspended. This is the restraining order the family cast on you, and you will no longer

out of the family seven years ago, I can still do so now. The war between us has only just begun.” Philip scoffed and crumpled up the sheet he was holding. “Do you really think you can take me down like this, Giada? You’re underestimating me. I’ve been on guard against you the past seven years. So you have the Clarkes. But even without their influence, you and the rest of the Wallises are no match for me. You want a fight? Bring it on! We’ll see who wins in the end!” Philip’s voice was icy as he took a step forth, glaring at Giada with eyes of fire. Giada raised her sleek brow and said calmly, “Very well, we shall wait and see. My first target will be Beacon and Wynn Johnston.” With that, Giada turned and left with her entourage in tow. She left the way she came, without any warning or hesitation. The air in the chairperson’s office was tense. Philip stared at the crumpled sheet in his hand, his brow