The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)
Chapter 654

Back to a villa somewhere. For Houston Michaels, the past few days were not pleasant at all. His freedom had been restricted by his father and all his credit cards were frozen. He stayed at home every day, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Marcus Quaid, the second young master of the Quaid family, suddenly returned to Capital City two days ago. This had caused Blake Michaels to be overwhelmed and all plans were canceled at the last minute According to the news received from Capital City, it was the eldest son of the Quaid family, Lawrence Quaid, who would replace Marcus' position in Riverdale to plan the overall situation.

A guy in a wheelchair was qualified to talk business?

What was the Quaid family up to?

Blake was not familiar with Lawrence, but he knew some secrets about the Quaid family.

The fact that Lawrence could take charge of Riverdale indicated that something must have happened to Marcus.

To avoid any unnecessary trouble, he decided to put his son in confinement.

Houston was at home and finally managed to persuade his mother to let him out of the house. Looking at the sun outside, he took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and said sullenly, "Wynn Johnston, Philip Clarke, this is all because of you! I'm going to kill both of you!"

Houston swallowed his anger, went out the door, and drove the car to his family's company. He rushed to the top floor and broke into the chairman's office.

"Dad, what are you waiting for? This is our opportunity! If we make use of the Quaid family, we can easily win Beacon over and also the entire Riverdale!"

Blake sat on the chairman's swivel chair, chatting on the phone. He narrowed his eyes and motioned for Houston not to speak. "Yes, okay, I'll do it right away. Don't worry, it'll be arranged properly." Houston was not a clueless person. He sat on the leather sofa, hugging his arms and shaking his propped leg while his face was full of gloom.

"Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to stay at home?" Blake looked angry.

"The Quaid family has sent another person already?" Houston asked.

"Yes, the eldest son. He'll be here in a few days."

Blake was also a little tired. He leaned back on the chair, rubbing his temples.

The Quaid family had set their eyes on Riverdale. After Marcus left, they were sending the unknown Lawrence here. Their troubles were really never-ending.

"Hehe, the Quaid family... I think they're just all bark and no bite! What a sh*tty family! That useless Marcus can't even deal with Beacon and was sent back to Capital City!" Houston was full of contempt. "Nonsense! What do you know?"

When Blake heard his son's words, he slammed the table and said coldly, "You can only utter those words here. If you dare to say more when you're out, I'll lock you at home for a month." "Hmph!"

Houston snorted before he continued, "Dad, what do you plan to do with Beacon? And that Philip Clarke! I can't swallow this humiliation. They must pay for it!"

Blake glared at this son who was already consumed by hatred and felt helpless. His silly son was already so old but still so ignorant. Things had already progressed this far, but he was still clamoring for revenge!

What a good-for-nothing!

Blake stood up, pointed at Houston's nose, and cursed, "Shut up! If it wasn't for you causing trouble for me every day, would there be so much trouble? Go home! If I ever replace out you did something on your own, I'll send you abroad!"

Houston glared, stood up angrily, and shouted, "Fine! If you don't do something, I will!"

After that, Houston turned around and left without looking back!

"You! Get back here!"

Blake looked at his son's back and waved a fist in the air with resentment.

After some thought, he immediately picked up the landline, made a call, and said, "Luke, keep an eye on Ansel. Don't let him do anything stupid!"

"Yes, Mr. Michaels," the voice on the other end of the line responded coldly.

After hanging up the phone, Blake glanced at the time, put on his jacket, called his secretary, and hurried to Cirrus Manor.