The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Lynn glanced at her friends, looking aggrieved, then finally stuttered, “I…

I accidentally… left her alone. This was all because she kept fussing about wanting to go home and kept

running around, so I taught her a lesson. Have I done anything wrong?” Lynn was still filled with grievances at

the start, but as she spoke, she ended up getting more agitated, as if unwilling to admit that this was her fault.

“What’s more, Mila’s your daughter, not mine. Why should I have to look after her? If she’s missing, that’s her

fault!” Lynn refused to take this responsibility. This had nothing to do with her. It was all Mila’s fault! It was

because that little b*tch, who was an embarrassment to the family, was such an eyesore! Philip was really

furious. He never expected Lynn to be this unreasonable but still so proud of herself. “Lynn Johnston, I’m

warning you. If Mila is not found at the end of today, I will make you regret this for the rest of your life!” Philip

pointed at Lynn and admonished. He was now boiling with anger. Had Lynn not been Wynn’s cousin sister, he

would have slapped her a few times now! Beside him, Theo whispered, “Mr. Clarke, I’ve already informed the

broadcasting room to start searching. Let’s go to the control room.” Philip nodded, then turned to follow Theo

as they rushed toward the control room. Lynn and her friends exchanged glances. Until after Philip was gone,

Lynn kicked the air furiously and scolded, “Philip Clarke, who the f*ck do you think you are?

That little b*tch is better off being kidnapped by human traffickers!” Lynn was angry because that trash,

Philip had actually raised his voice at her, embarrassing her in front of her friends. “Lynnie, is that idiot

your cousin brother-in-law?” The boy who had been slapped by Philip earlier was staring resentfully in

the direction Philip disappeared off to as he asked through gritted teeth. Lynn nodded reluctantly. “He’s

just a wretched piece of trash living under my cousin sister’s expenses.” “Sh*t! A kept man?”

Jeremy Hill got even more annoyed. It was such an embarrassment to be frightened by a kept man, so

he had to get his dignity back! “Let’s go and follow them. My dad’s the supervisor of this amusement

park. If they want to look for a missing person, they have to go through my dad.” Jeremy said coldly, “I

won’t take this lying down. I will have him kneel and apologize or else he can forget about finding that

little b*tch!” Lynn frowned slightly at this. Truth be told, she was against the idea because Philip was

her cousin brother-in-law after all. If her cousin sister found out about this, she would be in big trouble.

However, Lynn, too, could not tolerate how Philip had treated her earlier. How dare a piece of trash to

raise his voice at her? How despicable! “Lynnie, don’t worry. I’ll stand up for you. He’s just a piece of

trash.” Jeremy smirked as a plan formed in his mind. With that said, the group followed after Philip and

Theo. Back to Philip, once he and Theo reached the control room, they immediately explained their

situation. The staff inside quickly started up the surveillance records and Philip stood in front of more

than ten videos as he carefully searched for Mila’s silhouette.

“Mr. Clarke, please stay here and watch the cameras, I’ll go and get my men,” Theo said respectfully.

Philip did not think too much of it and nodded.

Outside the door, Theo hastily made a few phone calls, getting all of his men to move out and search!

In an instant, the whole of the underground world in Riverdale City was mobilized! In a short span of

time, the photo of an energetic and adorable little girl was plastered on the wall of every mall, every

shop, and every entertainment establishment. Over at Philip’s side, he was currently staring

meticulously at the surveillance cameras, feeling anxious on the inside. Mila was his everything, she

was also Wynn’s everything. If Mila was really missing, Philip did not know how he should live on or

how he should face Wynn. “This is it, this is the one! Playback!”

In the video, Philip could see Lynn and her group with a little girl following behind. The little girl kept

looking around, seemingly elated but at the same time, afraid. It was Mila! Due to her congenital heart

disease, Philip rarely took her out to play and Wynn disallowed it. The last time Philip took her to an

amusement park, that incident happened. To this day, Wynn was still angry at Philip about it. What was

more heart-wrenching was that Lynn and her group had completely ignored the little girl behind them.

They were only focused on having fun and taking pictures. As for Mila, she had to keep running to keep

up with their pace. When she fell a few times, she had slowly picked herself up and then continued to

chase after the group. This was too heartbreaking. The little girl was only three years old! That f*cking

Lynn Johnston! The next few scenes completely enraged Philip. His knuckles turned pale as the fury in

his eyes was like turbulent waves! It seemed like Mila was telling them that she wanted to go home.

Lynn had slapped her angrily and pointed at her nose as she berated her with unpleasant words. The

worse thing was, Lynn had then left Mila there alone and went away with her friends. On the screen,

Mila was standing there, crying helplessly as she screamed for her Papa and Mama. After that, she

wiped her tears and started walking around the amusement park aimlessly and fearfully. Philip’s heart

was bleeding. He could barely control his anger now. Mila, a three-year-old little girl, was just left alone

in the crowded amusement park by Lynn and her friends. Philip did not dare to imagine how helpless,

how pitiful, and how scared his daughter was. “Lynn Johnston! Screw you!” Philip broke the skin on his

lips as he forced those words out with bloodshot eyes. So what if she was Wynn’s cousin sister?

So what if she was the precious treasure of the Johnston family’s second uncle? She was just digging her own

grave by treating Mila this way!

Suddenly, the door of the control room was pushed open, and about seven people entered the room. Jeremy

and his group, too, entered smugly. In the lead was a middle-aged man wearing a navy suit and exuding an

impressive aura. “Who is Philip Clarke?”