The First Heir

Eric was enjoying himself at the bar.

He was extremely pleased with himself at the moment as he finally managed to get back at that little b*tch, Wynn Johnston.

Not to mention, Philip had to be very beaten up by now.

Eric took out his phone and called Braids. However, no one picked up.

He smirked shamelessly and muttered, “I guess it’s going well. I wasn’t expecting Wynn to be such a little wh*re. It’s been so long and she still isn’t done yet.”

As Eric thought about it, he proceeded to flirt with the pretty lady next to him.

However, at this moment.

Bam!

The door of the private room was kicked open violently.

Four muscular men in suits barged in.

Tiger glared coldly at Eric who was sitting on the sofa and currently being overwhelmed with lust. Tiger boomed, “Eric!”

Eric turned his head and saw that someone had barged in. He was fuming as he got up, pointed at Tiger, and shouted, “Who the f*ck are you? F*ck off!”

Eric was the king. Thus, he was used to being arrogant

and forcefully

Crack!

of Eric’s nose having been

of his nose. His brain began buzzing as

H-How dare you punch me! So you know who I am? I am Eric Yates from the Yates Family! My grandfather is Bob Yates, and my father is Samson Yates! You’re all

clutched his nose and yelled hysterically as

grandfather is. We’re after you!” Tiger said coldly. Tiger waved

in pain. “Let go of me! I am one of the Yates! My dad knows Theo Zander! Theo Zander even attended my grandpa’s birthday party! You’re asking to die if you dare

Slap!

starting to get annoyed by his

immediately became

Wynn had finally been satisfied. Her face was red

and their amorous mood was

eyes were wide as she stared

home.

Wynn lifted her head and

the room was

She dared not ask.

take care of. You should go back first. Mila’s having her surgery tomorrow.” Philip’s tone had turned

for a while. Finally, she

the forehead and said, “Alright, I’ll

so good at fighting? You never told