The First Heir

Chapter 67

She refused to believe this.

Ruby did not believe this.

Kyle and Jacob did not believe this either.

Lynn also did not believe this.

She knew what kind of person her brother-in-law was. He was just a spineless coward who lived off of a woman.

He even borrowed money from everyone to cure his daughter. How would a man like him have 30 million to buy 100 BMW bikes?

Where did he get the money?

However, at this moment, Philip put his hand behind his back and said indifferently, “I never said I had no money. You’re the one who put a label on me. So what if I have no money? So what if I do? Everyone only has one life and this is the first time everyone became human. There’s no reason for me to submit to everyone else because I have no money nor power. Also, there’s no reason to bully someone because one’s rich or powerful. I didn’t ask you to be kind, I just wanted to tell you some principles.”

Philip’s voice was resonating.

Now that everyone’s eyes were on him, his words were amplified even more.

Philip looked at everyone and said with a cold smile, “I, Philip Clarke, has a lot of money. If you’re not convinced, then you should just stay on the floor. If you’re not happy with me, I have all the money in the world to make you kneel on the floor and lick my feet.”

He sounded so domineering.

so righteous in his speech earlier, but in the next moment, he

Everyone was shocked.

her gang. They were

enjoying their gazes on him. They looked like they were in fear and yet, they were

BMW

stopped and parked the bikes. Then, they took off their helmets and got down. They were lined up

driven out.

100!

There were 100 bikes!

Everyone

stopped and

John, “Drove them to Arc de Triumph Hotel. We’ll

to the drivers that were

de

Vroom!

BMW bikes drove down the street with

like their spines had been taken out after Philip left. They started wailing loudly

her red lips fiercely. Blood started seeping out from the wound. She looked

said while smiling bitterly, “What else can I believe

had kicked out such a big client. A discharge letter would definitely be

John walked over. He patted the dust on his suit in a pleased manner and towered over the wan and sallow-looking Isabelle. “Thank

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