The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 566

In front of the hotel, a few men got out of the car quickly. The leader of the gang was wearing a loose black jacket. He exhaled a ring of smoke and said,

“Move quickly later. Don’t mess this up. The bosses talked about this.”

“Anton, what’s going on this time? Why are we in such a hurry to come here in the middle of the night? Is it an important target?” A man asked. The leader was named Anton Gooden. He was a thug who had an extraordinary identity. He had a substantial background and plenty of backers. He was always hired to do something unlawful. They would dabble in both the bright and dark sides since they were in this industry. Anton smirked and said, “The boss got a new mission. He has asked us to take care of it. Plus, he wants this guy dead or crippled at the very least! We all know the boss’

take care of us in the future, Anton.” Another man said flatteringly while grinning. Anton

of us

Riverdale.” These people understood immediately. They had done a lot of these deeds, so they understood the procedure. “Let’s go!” After he said that, the men walked into the hotel in a single file. After they got in, their identities were displayed prominently. Anton was dark-skinned and there was a deep scar at the corner of his eye. Anton said coldly, “Where’s the room of the people who came here just now?” There were not a lot of people in the lobby right now. There were only two receptionists. When they saw these people barging in, they were so scared that they could not speak. One of the female receptionists got up and said, “I know. Let me take you.” They knew that they were bad news the moment they saw them. At the same time inside the hotel room. Yvette was sitting on the sofa while leaning against the table. She

burst open with a loud bang. Anton brought two of his men and barged into the room aggressively. Yvette stood up quickly. When she saw that she did not know the people who barged in were, she furrowed her brows and asked, “Who are you? Who let you in?”

said, “My name’s Anton Gooden. Mr. Hull asked us to take Philip Clarke away!”

There was disdain in his eyes. Anton stared at Yvette solemnly. He did not expect this woman’s ability to make discerning judgments to be so bad. Jackson ran over to the door and