The First Heir

Chapter 113

Behind him, Martha roared, “If you leave now, Philip Clarke, don’t ever come back! What’s a useless piece of trash like you pretending to be all capable?”

However, Philip simply ignored her.

He made Wynn a promise, and he was going to keep it.

As soon as he walked out of the hospital door, he was given a jolt by the honk from a car horn.

It was a BMW X8, top of the line.

Juan sat in the car, his expression cool and arrogant.

Philip frowned slightly and walked over to him, asking him coldly, “What do you want?”

Juan got out of the car and took off his sunglasses, putting them in his front shirt pocket. “Pfft,” he said with a laugh. “I was so embarrassed for you in the room just now. How did you manage to hold on for so long?”

So he was only here to jeer at Philip. Philip could not be bothered to entertain him, so he just turned to leave.

However, Juan stood in his way, taunting Philip. “It’s been three years, Philip. What have you given Wynn? Let go, and give her a divorce. I’ll show her a better future.”

utterly and totally looked down on

was

that well-to-do, Juan?

you? You’re nothing but a pathetic delivery boy, earning pennies every month. What can you give Wynn? What can you give Mila? Can you afford a surgery

in my eyes. I advise

then

going to make me regret it? You,

He had lost all faith

of light. Everyone idolized you. But now? Look at yourself. What right do you have to say something like that to me? You’re going to make me regret it? Sure. Bring it on!” Juan challenged

into fists, holding himself

a vicious shove and spat in his face, saying, “You’re useless! I’m officially declaring to you here and now that I’m going all out in my

his way back into the

drove right past Philip

watched Juan’s car leave, Philip took his phone out of his

was the last chance he

The last chance.

that, Philip took a cab

time, the secretary took him

almost

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