The First Heir

Eric had not expected Wynn’s sudden slap.

The man with braids was stunned. After coming back to his senses, he yelled, “F*ck! You b*tch! How dare you hit me! Do you want to die?”

Braids was furious! He had never been slapped by a woman in public before.

Slap!

He lifted his hand and returned Wynn a slap.

The slap landed on Wynn’s face. Consequently, her right cheek instantly became swollen and started to turn red.

“B*tch! How dare you slap my f*cking face!”

Braids was fuming. He glared at Wynn angrily and then grabbed her arm.

“Let go of me! If not, I’ll call the cops!”

However, it was to

the moment, they were just spectators. They only watched on coldly

well aware that Eric wanted

You little b*tch, slap me again, I dare you! If I don’t teach you a lesson today, I’ll

as he talked, and there was a devious smirk on his face. He lifted his chin as he looked at

red Benz sport’s car and

felt extremely pleased with himself

That woman deserves this!

you know what you’re

against the hood of the car by Braids. Her face was filled with rage, and her

a good husband? Come, tell him to get here. If you want to leave

wouldn’t cause trouble for you. As long as you tell Philip to get over here, kneel, and kowtow to me, I’ll let you go. Think about it, Philip is just a worthless bum. Plus, he’s an

that, Eric

for a long time. He licked his lips and let out

gritted her teeth. Her eyes were filled with tears. She struggled furiously and yelled hoarsely, “Eric Yates, you’ll die a

Philip to come over, Eric would definitely not let him

could not do