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!”

Thus, he was used to being arrogant and

and forcefully

Crack!

of Eric’s nose

backward as blood poured out of his

I am? I am Eric Yates from the Yates Family! My grandfather is Bob Yates, and my father is Samson

nose and yelled hysterically as his eyes

Tiger said coldly. Tiger waved his hand, and two of his men grabbed Eric. They then

me! I am one of the Yates! My dad knows Theo Zander! Theo

Slap!

his yapping, so he

immediately

Wynn had finally been satisfied. Her face

the room had not dissipated, and their amorous mood was still in

eyes were wide as she stared into blank

“Don’t go home. Go stay

Wynn lifted her head

room was still replaying itself

She dared not ask.

her surgery tomorrow.” Philip’s tone had turned cold out of nowhere, and his eyes had also

Philip and pondered for a

kissed Wynn lightly on the forehead

why are you so good at fighting? You never told