The First Heir

“Stop f*cking standing there! Get those mad women!”

John was vehement. He roared at the salespeople at the entrance who was looking at them.

After that, he walked over and grabbed Ruby’s arm. Then, he did a body slam.

Yes!

A body slam!

Bam!

After a scream, Ruby was thrown to the ground. Her face was facing downward, completely covered in dirt.

The most important thing was that there was a puddle on the ground. Ruby’s face was being pressed into the puddle.

It was such a tragic sight.

The salespeople saw that their manager going insane, so they rushed out and pressed everyone including Isabelle to the ground without saying anything.

They needed to use violence to deal with these b*tches.

In an instant, the scene was in chaos. Those women who were dressed glamorously were all having intimate contact with the ground. Their bodies were covered with dirt. They did not look like the flirtatious women they were before.

Lynn and the gang wanted to run, but unfortunately, they were being pressed on the ground as well.

Kyle and Jacob wanted to fight back, but after they were punched a few times, they became more obedient.

Lynn’s situation was slightly better. She had squatted down immediately, so nothing happened to her.

How dare you touch me! I’ll kill all of you! I

covered with dirty water. She was spitting out dirt and water

supposed to be a goddess who radiated

on the ground. No man would

me go, you disgusting

ask Tiger

go get

care about their images anymore. They were all

you get for being

let go of Ruby. Then, he smiled charmingly and nodded to

his hand and seven to eight tall female salespeople walked over. They were smiling flirtatiously while walking over with top-grade boxes stamped

they opened

BMW keys meticulously placed

dazzling under the

you need me to take you to see the bikes?” John was smiling respectfully. His face was blossoming

rest of the gang were stunned by

to tidy themselves up. When they

They were stunned.

boxes. Inside the boxes, there were 60 keys for the BMW

were

Impossible!

rushed over and shrieked, “You’re wrong! You must be! How can he afford these? He

to make an

boxes to the ground. The keys scattered all over

that had lost its mind. She pointed at Philip maliciously and yelled, “Impossible! You’re not the one who bought these. No way! You must have fooled them. It must be! Say, who do