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.

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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 Philip. They then got into

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

from the Old Johnston

crowd around immediately began to speculate and

that the Johnston’s good-for-nothing

lord! I must be going blind, he’s

Everyone was confused.

had found a big benefactor

later, both Charles and Martha

over her face and

to Philip. He had found himself in a small

a Chinese

small gang of seven to eight people

Bang! Bang! Clatter! Smash!

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

in return was a kick

kick that sent him falling to

intentions. He stayed on the ground as he

Philip asked, “Two days ago, did you

man could connect the dots after hearing

This is a lawful Chinese medicinal pharmacy, we don’t do

shopkeeper explained though it was

found it,

of the

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