The First Heir

The house was filled with a murderous aura.

No one spoke.

Martha, who had always been unreasonably noisy, was now quietly standing at one corner like an obedient baby. She was looking with lowered eyelids at the kneeling Wynn, afraid to make one sound.

Wynn knelt with poise and said stubbornly, “Grandpa, can you at least tell me what’s going on? Did Philip do something wrong?”

“Tell Philip to get back here at once!” Bob bellowed angrily. His face had a stony expression, and a biting chill could be seen in his eyes.

Martha dared not say anything and merely stood there as she looked at Wynn. She winked at Wynn as a signal for her to call Philip.

That wastrel must have caused trouble, otherwise, the old man would not have rushed to their house in the middle of the night. He had also brought many men with him, all of whom were lined up outside. There were also four more men inside the house with them.

Scary!

Martha’s hatred toward Philip increased just like that.

Wynn had just returned and had not figured out what the cause of all of it was yet. Nevertheless, she had a vague feeling that it had something to do with Eric.

Wynn appeared stubborn on the surface, she was actually very

she was young, she had felt that he was a formidable person. The daunting aura that he carried was fully portrayed at the moment as Wynn felt immense pressure

what Philip did, otherwise, I can’t call

glared at Wynn and felt sorry for her from the bottom of

marry a wimp

even announced that the Yates would not acknowledge

Wynn to lose her job in Fortune 500, and she ended up in Beacon Pharmaceutical

The rest of it has nothing to do with

when she

wife, it was her right to

Mila. You can talk to me instead. If he made a mistake, I’ll kowtow

However.

stood up with a sneer on his face and approached Wynn

ensued

hand and slapped Wynn

heard throughout the entire

do you have to speak to me like that? Can you represent Philip? Do you know what

tonight, you’ll continue to kneel!