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.

were

cry, “I’m gonna die, I’m

Johnston Manor, Theo and his gang met up with Philip. They then got

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

cars drove away from the

crowd around immediately began to speculate

sh*t! Isn’t that

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

Everyone was confused.

Johnstons had found a big benefactor

ten minutes later, both Charles

a scarf over her face and sunglasses

had found

was a Chinese medicinal

gang of seven to eight people rushed

Bang! Bang! Clatter! Smash!

the middle-aged chubby shopkeeper began to shout, “Hey! Hey! What are you doing? Who are you?

got in return was a kick from

him falling to the

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

the middle-aged chubby man, Philip asked, “Two days ago,

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What are you talking about? This is a lawful Chinese medicinal pharmacy,

though it was evident that he had

found it, Mr.

the shop with a

white hair. Glancing at the case, he confirmed, “Indeed, Young Master. Strychnine