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.

appeared stubborn on the surface, she was actually

Yates. Ever since 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 from

I can’t call for him,” Wynn said weakly,

and felt sorry for her from

a fine young lady had chosen to marry a wimp and become

attend Wynn’s wedding and even announced that the Yates would not acknowledge Wynn as their

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

back. The rest of it has nothing to

when she heard

it was her right to share

to me instead. If he made a mistake, I’ll kowtow to you and

However.

a sneer on

scene that ensued

Bob raised his hand and slapped

was heard

right do you have to speak to me like that? Can you

flushed as he roared, “If Philip doesn’t return tonight, you’ll continue to kneel! When