The First Heir

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The sound of slapping filled the room.

Martha’s face had been smacked swollen with patches of her skin blooming in shades of black and blue while blood trickled down the corner of her mouth.

All Charles could do was watch from the sidelines. He could scream his lungs out, but there was nothing he could do to stop them.

In the end, Tiger came forth with a bottle of medication at the snap of Theo’s fingers. He walked menacingly toward Martha who had long lost her bearings from the slaps.

Setting her eyes on the concoction, Martha felt fear creep up within her. Tears streamed down her face while she shook her head as if her life depended on it. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please don’t, Theo. Please don’t make me drink the poison, no, please…”

Her begging fell on deaf ears.

After clamping a hand over Martha’s throat while others forced her mouth open, Tiger then poured the concoction into her throat.

Karma was a b*tch!

With her head tilted up as she was force-fed the concoction, Matha gargled at the intrusive liquid before she finally swallowed half of it.

Only after that did Tiger let go of her, causing Martha to flop lifelessly onto the floor.

“Listen up! If I’m you, I’ll be more careful with the things I do and say from now on. It’ll do you good to be a nice person!”

Theo warned coldly before he led his gang out the doors.

Scared soulless, Martha dashed to the bathroom and forced a finger down her throat to puke.

efforts were to no

gonna die, I’m gonna die. This is murder!

gang met up with Philip. They then got into

his pockets, Tiger began to chug it. “This actually tastes pretty good for

cars drove away from

immediately began to speculate

that the Johnston’s

lord! I must be going blind, he’s acquainted with people like

Everyone was confused.

Johnstons had found a big benefactor

Charles and Martha quickly left the

had a scarf over her face and

Philip. He had found

a Chinese medicinal

small gang of seven to eight people rushed

Bang! Bang! Clatter! Smash!

Hey! What are you doing? Who are you?

got in return was

that sent him

hostile intentions. He stayed on the ground as

middle-aged chubby man, Philip asked, “Two days ago, did you sell

could connect the dots after hearing the question. He was

a lawful Chinese medicinal pharmacy, we

chubby shopkeeper explained though it was evident that he had something to

it,

Tiger appeared from the back of the shop with a

old man with a headful of white hair. Glancing at the case, he confirmed, “Indeed, Young