The First Heir

Everyone looked over in the direction of the voice.

Old Master Yates was staring at Philip. His face was icy. Anger rose from his body as he yelled, “Get out of the Yates Manor if you dare to hit him!”

At this moment, the outer courtyard was filled with people. They did not try to help. They did not even tell them to stop. They were just standing at one side while watching what was going on.

When they saw Old Master Yates, everyone stood at one side in fear. They all lowered their heads silently.

He was the head of the Yates. Who would dare to provoke him?

If they offended Old Master Yates, they should just get out of Riverdale.

Philip was done for!

Under everyone’s respectful gazes, Old Master Yates approached the two men while his cane clacked on the floor loudly. He was radiating with anger. He lifted his cane and swung it at Philip’s hand that was raised mid-air.

Smack!

Philip was in pain. His entire right arm was numb.

“You unbridled piece of trash! How dare you hit Eric! Is this your amazing son-in-law, Martha?” Old Master Yates glared at Martha who was standing behind him and shouted.

Martha was shaking all over from fear. She did not look at the old master directly.

No one would be able to handle the old master when he was mad.

Philip into pieces right now. This

pulled Philip to one side. When she saw that he was in pain, the tears

Yates scolded Martha, he turned around and glared at Philip. He roared, “Philip, so you’re really looking down on the Yates, huh? How dare you start a fight at my party! Do you have any ounce

dare this piece of trash start a

he think he

right did he have to start a

said coldly, “Old Master Yates, I’m here to celebrate your birthday with you. However, Eric kept provoking me to no end. He even insulted Wynn.

standing next to Philip. She was covered in alcohol and her eyes were

on his face. After he noticed the old master looking at him, he lowered his head and pretended to be

he scold Eric in front

Of course not!

was married into another family. A daughter who has married her husband was equivalent to water

was not a Yates. She was his granddaughter with another

Bob snorted. “Scatter!”

with

beating. His entire right arm

at

and massaged his arm for him. Tears rolled down her cheek

Wynnie. Don’t cry,”

was still sobbing. She glared at Philip angrily and said, “Can’t

is just a small family. They mean nothing to me. If they continue to go overboard, I

waist. “Stop boasting. Your mom and dad only run restaurants. My grandpa is powerful. Moreover, the Yates

nose and did not

“Cough, cough!”

at Philip coldly. “Can’t you just sit here properly? Do you have