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!

sound of Eric’s nose having

as blood poured out of his nose. His

Eric Yates from the Yates Family! My grandfather is Bob Yates, and my father is Samson Yates! You’re all

yelled hysterically as

father or grandfather is. We’re after you!” Tiger said coldly. Tiger waved his hand, and two of his men grabbed Eric. They then twisted Eric’s arms behind

the Yates! My dad knows Theo Zander! Theo Zander even

Slap!

was starting to get annoyed by his yapping, so he slapped Eric across the

immediately

had finally been satisfied. Her face was

dissipated, and their amorous mood was

eyes were wide as

said, “Don’t go home. Go

about you?” Wynn lifted

scene of Philip barging into the room was still replaying itself

She dared not ask.

You should go back first. Mila’s having her surgery tomorrow.” Philip’s

Philip and pondered for a while. Finally,

Wynn lightly on the forehead and said, “Alright,

why are you so good at fighting? You never told