The First Heir

“What are you trying to do?” Philip’s face turned cold, and he started feeling anxious.
He knew about Giada’s methods. This woman would not hesitate to get rid of her rivals—including her own son.
When he was eight, she asked someone to run over him with a car.
There was only one reason. It was because she was afraid that he might be the obstacle in her process of taking over the
Clarkes.
A tiger, though cruel, would not devour its cubs.
However, in Giada’s eyes, power was her only priority.
When Giada mentioned Philip’s marriage and his daughter, he started to panic.
This was also the main reason why Philip had not exposed his identity.
“Don’t worry, they’re the daughter-in-law and bloodline of the Clarkes. If you beg me, I’ll let them go.” Giada’s smile would give
anyone a bone-piercing chill. It was extremely offensive.
“I’m warning you, don’t you dare touch Wynn and Mila. If not, I’ll make you regret this,” Philip said coldly.
Giada chuckled calmly. She took out two embroidered boxes from the drawer of the coffee table. They looked delicate. There
were also shiny crown crests on the boxes. She smiled and said, “These are for Wynn and Mila. It’s a meeting gift from Aunt
Giada.”
Philip’s face fell. He did not take the boxes. He just asked coldly, “Giada, I don’t know what you’re planning, but I can tell you
confidently that they don’t know who I am. I am also warning you, if you dare to have any ideas toward Wynn and Mila, I won’t
mind letting you try my methods!
“Also, I’m advising you to go back immediately. Riverdale is not a place where you should be,” Philip said.
“I’ll be here for a few days. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to them yet. But remember, if you want to protect them, you have to
be strong enough,” Giada said.
Philip was clenching his fists. Then, he unclenched them and said calmly, “Don’t look down on me. I know who you are, Giada
Wallis. Ever since you married into this family, I could tell. I already have all kinds of plans to counter your attacks. If you don’t

believe me, you can try. This is my last warning for you, if you dare to touch Wynn and Mila, you should plan how you’re going to
get out of this.”
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Giada stood at the entrance and watched Philip leave. She kept replaying what Philip said to her.
That guy had grown up a lot.
It turned out that he had known about her true self since he was so young.
She wondered how he hid that for so many years.
Was this a Clarke?
Philip had finally grown his fangs. This lion that had been suppressing all of its anger was finally awakened.
Giada smiled and muttered to herself, “This is indeed Roger’s son. He even has his little ways. I underestimated him. I thought
he was just a piece of trash who’d endure everything. I didn’t expect him to be ready.”
After Philip got back to the hospital, he sat on the hospital bed and looked at Mila who was sound asleep. His eyes were filled
with fatherly love.
“Mila, Daddy won’t let anyone hurt you,” Philip murmured.
The night was like water. It was intertwined with the past of love and hate.
Today was Old Master Yates’ 70th birthday party.
Early in the morning, Paula asked her daughter Samantha to pick up Martha and her family at the Old Johnston Manor.
Martha’s face looked glum, especially when she saw Samantha’s proud look. It was as if her face was covered by a layer of frost.
“Aunt Martha, where’s Wynn and Philip? Tell them to hurry up, I’m in a rush.”
Samatha was dressed stylishly. She was like a modern woman from television. Her hair was curled, and she was wearing a very
expensive outfit. She held the latest Gucci bag in her hand, and there was a pair of sunglasses on her face. She sat on the sofa
in the living room rudely.

She did not even take off her sunglasses despite being indoors.
Samantha looked around this old manor. Her eyes behind her sunglasses were filled with detest. The corner of her lips also
curled in disdain. She murmured, “This place smells moldy. Old houses are indeed the worst. I don’t know how a person can live
here.”
Martha was walking over while holding a bowl of fruits. When she heard Samantha’s murmurs, her face fell.
What a b*tch! She was just like her mother!
She would ache all over if she did not boast.
Judging from her outfit, she wondered how many men Samantha had slept with before scoring her current husband.
“Hey, Sammy, why isn’t your mother here?” Martha said with a forced smile on her face.
Samantha fanned herself with her hands and answered nonchalantly, “My mom went over on her own. She told me you guys
don’t have a car, so she asked me to pick all of you up.”
How poor! How could her mother have a sister like this? She was too poor!
Did her uncle not make any money in the organization? What a loser!
Martha forced out a smile on her lips and faked a laugh.
At this moment, Wynn and Philip came home. When they got into the house, Samantha could not wait to grab her bag to walk
out of the house. She said bossily, “Why are you only back at this hour? I’ve been waiting for five minutes. This stupid place is so
stuffy. It smells like mold too. Let’s go now. My car is outside.”
Samantha could not even wait one second more.
When she saw Wynn, her face turned cold.
Wynn had been better than her in every way since they were young. Her academic results were better, she was prettier, and her
job was even better than hers.
This made Samantha feel like she was lacking.

However, all of that changed when Wynn got married.
The proud daughter got married to a spineless coward.
In addition to that, her life was getting worse and worse.
When Samantha saw Philip who was standing next to Wynn, her eyes were filled with disdain and despise.
This man was beyond useless.
He was just a stinky stone from the dung hole compared to her husband. What a piece of trash!