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.

badly to chop Philip into pieces right now.

hurriedly and pulled Philip to one side. When she saw that he was in pain,

Martha, he turned around and glared at Philip. He roared, “Philip, so you’re really looking down on the Yates, huh? How

of trash start a fight during his

did he think

right did he have to start a

kept provoking me to no end. He even insulted Wynn. You didn’t even ask what was going on and

who was standing next to Philip. She was covered in alcohol and

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

could he scold Eric in front of so

Of course not!

was his daughter who was married into another family. A daughter who has married her husband was equivalent to water that had been

was not a Yates. She was his granddaughter

Bob snorted. “Scatter!”

with

right arm was

provokingly at one side. He gave

to Philip and massaged his arm for him. Tears rolled down her cheek like a string

Wynnie. Don’t cry,” Philip

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

is just a small family. They mean nothing to me. If they continue to go overboard, I don’t mind wiping

pinched the flesh between his waist. “Stop boasting. Your mom and dad only run

and did

“Cough, cough!”

over with some Yunnan Baiyao and looked at Philip coldly. “Can’t you just sit here properly? Do you