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

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

gang met up with Philip.

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

drove away from the Old Johnston

immediately began

that the Johnston’s good-for-nothing

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

Everyone was confused.

Johnstons had found a

Charles and Martha

scarf over her face and sunglasses

found himself in a small

was a Chinese medicinal

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

Bang! Bang! Clatter! Smash!

to shout, “Hey! Hey! What are

he got in return

kick that sent him falling to the

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

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

chubby man could connect the dots

are you talking about? This is a lawful Chinese medicinal pharmacy, we don’t do that

it was evident that he had something to

it,

then, Tiger appeared from the back of the shop with a large

with a headful of white hair. Glancing at the