The First Heir

Noticing the troubled look on his face, Philip frowned slightly and asked, “Will this be difficult for you?”

Theo walked over to Philip and whispered into his ear, “Mr. Clarke, I don’t think we can lay a hand on Jeffrey Scott.” They genuinely could not.

The main reason was that Jeffrey’s uncle, Henry Turner, was an internationally famous medical magnate and was even nicknamed as ‘the Healing Hand of God’ within the country. The patients that Professor Turner had cured with his hands were the most prominent figures worldwide. Just a few words from these figures were enough to shake up the economy in a location of their preference! Among them included a few individuals who held high authority in foreign politics within their country! For example, the governor of Riverfront Province was also one of Professor Turner’s patients. He was a powerful man that no one dared to provoke.

Needless to say, everyone had great respect for this magnate of the medical industry. Whoever provoked this tycoon was like inciting the wrath of a magnitude seven earthquake!

After his explanation, cold sweat was scarcely visible on Theo’s forehead. Complicated emotions surged behind his eyes as he looked at Drogo and the infuriated Jeffrey on top of the stairs. He started to feel nervous.

However, beyond everyone’s expectations, Philip did not seem the least fazed. He only stared coldly at Jeffrey and said, “There isn’t anyone in this world that I can’t touch.”

Theo’s whole body trembled as fire returned to his eye!

Yet, Jeffrey started laughing out of exasperation. His expression darkened as he said, “Okay, okay, you have a great imagination there, brat. But I refuse to believe that there’s a single person in this tiny city that I, Jeffrey Scott, can’t take down!”

Hanks, I want this man crippled now! And those two women, tear their clothes off! I will f*ck them silly right in front of him!” There was a dangerous glint in Jeffrey’s eyes as he completely ignored Philip. His uncle was Professor

face as he bellowed into the walkie-talkie in his hand, “All of you, get

Stomp, stomp, stomp!

muscular tattooed men rushed into the room, confining everyone inside as

them all!” Drogo waved and roared. The devilish amusement in his

Drogo. “Drogo Hanks, I’d advise

bloodshot eyes. It was a frightening sight to see his

the hitmen with metal baseball bats in their hands

underground king. In just

his eyes and personally led eight of his men over to surround Theo. No matter how fierce Theo was, two

day like

and glared furiously at Drogo. “Drogo Hanks, you can deal with me but you definitely can’t lay a finger on Mr. Clarke. Or

to threaten me!” Drogo

overpowered Theo, Anna, and all of the people they brought over. Around the room, only Philip

as he smirked. “Brat, weren’t you so very pompous earlier? Here’s another bottle of wine, why don’t you hit me in the head with it