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 no

whine and cry, “I’m gonna die, I’m

his gang met up with Philip. They then

“This actually tastes pretty good for a medicinal concoction. Sigh, you’re too kind,

drove away from the

crowd around immediately began to speculate and

that the Johnston’s good-for-nothing

be going blind,

Everyone was confused.

Johnstons had found a

later, both Charles and Martha

scarf over her face and sunglasses

had found himself in a

a Chinese medicinal

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

Bang! Bang! Clatter! Smash!

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

he got in return

him falling to the

chubby man could tell that this man had hostile intentions. He

man, Philip asked, “Two days ago,

chubby man could connect the dots

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

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

it,

appeared from the back of the shop with a large case of

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