Chapter 40
The First Heir
âMy nameâs Theo Zander! Now take your people with you and scram!â Theo roared. This was the first
time he felt humiliated, and it even happened right in front of Mr. Clarke. Would Mr. Clarke suspect his
capabilities because of this?
âTheo Zander? Whatâs that? I donât know it.â Harold was a short-tempered man. He was the manager
of a huge amusement park and had stayed in that high position for so many years now, so it was only
natural that his temper was a little shorter. âStop talking nonsense and quickly apologize to my son, or
else, donât even think about leaving!â
Theo Zander? Why does that sound a little familiar? Forget it! Can he be more powerful than I am? Iâm
the manager here, the king!
Theo was fuming with anger. With a reddened face, he pointed at Harold and roared, âJust try to even
f*cking move!â Sh*t, this guy really thought he was a small fry!
âWhat are you standing there for? Get them! Or do you all want to get fired?â Harold bellowed at his
stall.
The workers exchanged glances. What was this situation? Yet, they could not disobey because, with
just one sentence from Manager Hill, they would lose their jobs.
âWeâre really sorry, sirs. Or why donât you guys apologize to Manager Hill?â A staff member forced a
smile.
âPreposterous! Whoever lays a hand on Mr. Clarke means offending me, Theo Zander!â Theo shouted.
He then took out his phone to make a call, sounding furious as he said, âTiger, bring some men to the
amusement park now!â
Seeing Theo calling for backup, Harold, too, wasted no time to call for his. âGet the security team over.
I will see just how f*cking invincible you are!â
The anger from both sides was huge. They were like two barrels of explosives, and what was left was
for a comet to crash.
Philip, who was standing behind Theo, had no more time to waste. âMila is still in the amusement park.
Get your men here to search the place. I do not wish to have my time disrupted, do you understand?â
Theo respectfully replied, âMr. Clarke, Iâm sorry. This incident must have startled you. Iâve already
arranged for my men to come over, and weâll immediately take care of this madman.â
Philip nodded and stood quietly aside to watch.
Soon, five men in black security guard outfits rushed into the tiny room. They were all holding
something that looked like electric shock batons.
âBrother-in-law, the second security team has assembled. Please give your orders on who we should
take out.â The security guardsâ team leader, Darius Ziegler, was standing respectfully in front of Harold,
smiling brightly. This man was Haroldâs brother-in-law.
Harold pointed at Theo and Philip. âItâs the two of them. Grab them and beat them up first. If anything
happens, Iâll take responsibility.â
When Darius heard this, he immediately smiled as he looked at Theo. With a wave of his hand, he
commanded, âBrothers, get to work.â
Seeing as the security guards were about to come over, Theoâs eyes widened in anger as he roared, âIf
any of you dares to do anything, I, Theo Zander, wonât let you off!â
Darius and his brother-in-law had the same revolting behavior. He chided, âTheo Zander? Do you think
youâre the mob king of Riverdale City? With the likes of you and that tattoo, are you pretending to be
some bigshot? I think you just have the same name! Who are you trying to scare? Get you ass over
here and quietly prostrate or youâll get a taste of this electric baton.â The baton in his hand shot blue
electric sparks, making a crackling sound.
Darius started walking toward Theo and Philip with a cold smile. âWill you kneel, or not?â
Just then, an angry roar sounded from behind the group! âMove the f*ck away!â
More than ten muscular men strode over. The leading man sported a buzz-cut, wearing a short-sleeved
navy green shirt and long pants. His tanned skin made him look so much stronger and powerful. This
line-up looked so impressive, so overbearing!
The strong men pushed the few security guards aside like they were little chicks.
âWho the f*ck are you guys? Canât you see that Iâm busy?â Darius yelled in dissatisfaction.
âShut up!â When Harold saw the tiger tattoo on the arm of the buffed leading man, his expression
changed. His forehead was covered in sweat, and he gave his brother-in-law a tight slap across his
face.
âBrother-in-law?â Darius held a hand to his cheek, looking incredulously at Harold.
However, Harold had already hastened over to the newcomer with a big smile and bending slightly. âOh
my, Brother Tiger, what a rare guest! What brings you here?â
Seeing Harold suddenly put on a smiling face instantly confused everyone. Who was this person? Why
did Manager Hill seem to be afraid of him?
âCould it be THAT Brother Tiger? The fiercest general of our mob king, Theo Zander?â
âHoly sh*t! That canât be! Brother Tiger? Heâs the top dog of Lord North Street. Even Manager Hill has
to bow when he sees him!â
âWhy is he here? Could Theo Zander, Lord Theo, be here as well?â
Haroldâs men were exclaiming in hushed voices.
While everyone was still lost in confusion, Brother Tiger ignored Harold who had come up to him and
just pushed the man away.
Under Haroldâs startled gaze, Brother Tiger led his men over to Theo and Philip, then he bowed,
saying, âBrother Theo, Mr. Clarke, sorry Iâm late.â
The muscular men in black clothing behind Tiger bowed in unison. âHello Brother Theo, Hello Mr.
Clarke.â
The room fell into a pin drop silence. Everyone present looked incredulously at Theo and Philip. Their
eyes widened in disbelief.
Jeremy Hill and his father, Harold were both dumbstruck as they stood like statues, rooted to the spot.
Their hands were even trembling slightly. They were baffled. Just what was going on?