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.

her efforts were to

floor, she began to whine and cry, “I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die. This is murder! Oh, Charlie, send me to

Johnston Manor, Theo and his gang met up with

bottle of the concoction from his pockets, Tiger began to chug it. “This actually tastes pretty good for a medicinal concoction. Sigh, you’re too kind, Mr.

cars drove away from

began to speculate

sh*t! Isn’t that the Johnston’s

going blind, he’s acquainted with people

Everyone was confused.

found a

Charles and Martha quickly left

scarf over her face and

found himself in

a Chinese

the doors, a small gang of seven to eight people rushed in behind him

Bang! Bang! Clatter! Smash!

“Hey! Hey! What are you doing? Who are you? I’m going to

return was

that sent him falling

hostile intentions. He stayed on the ground as he asked, petrified, “Who…

Philip asked, “Two days ago, did you

connect the dots after

This is a lawful Chinese

explained though it was evident that he had something

found it, Mr.

Tiger appeared from the back of the shop

white hair. Glancing at the case,