The First Heir

Wynn was wearing a pair of high heels. When she walked to Philip, her heels clicked on the ground like a piano recital. She looked panic-stricken.

She was a woman, after all. The smell of blood was in the air, and there were broken arms scattered all over the floor. Each severed limb was covered in blood. She wanted to vomit, but she held it in.

30 to 40 men were trying to chop someone up in broad daylight. The scene looked like a warzone, and the ground was painted with blood.

If Philip were not here, she could not imagine what would have happened instead.

Philip looked at Wynn who was standing next to him. There was a gentle smile on his face.

Just like that, under everyone’s watchful gaze, Philip reached out an arm and grabbed Wynn’s tiny waist.

Wynn shivered. She looked at Philip in disbelief.

Was Philip still her spineless husband?

When did he have these skills? He looked like an assassin in the movies.

Philip chuckled and grabbed Wynn’s hand. He asked, “Are you ready?”

Wynn furrowed her brows and let out a long exhale. “I’m ready.”

Then, Philip walked out with Wynn while everyone watched.

An unexplainable feeling rose into Wynn’s heart when Philip grabbed her hand. The worries in her heart vanished in an instant.

of them all backed away and made way for them. None of them dared

of Death radiating from his body.

pointed at Philip who

he said that, someone finally

like a streamline. With

away, Mitch’s heart was engulfed with flames of

his knife and stood forward. He yelled, “I’m going to

Clank!

each other resounded, then a broken blade flew across the air and landed on

the knife in his hand and placed it against Mitch’s neck. The bloody knife slashed a thin red line on his neck. Blood began dripping from

hand was still holding the knife in a chopping position, but the blade of the

forehead was drenched in cold sweat and beads of it were rolling down his face like a waterfall.

was shaking. He

was holding the hand of the beautiful woman. He had a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet his face was calm. It

cold. His eyes were like sharp knives. It broke his final line of

was feeling the threat of death so up close

at him? It was the normal reaction to being faced with

and snorted. “Sir Mitch, I don’t think you can do well in the face of fear. Why? Do you still want to take my

limp. His clothes were already drenched with his sweat. He did not have the imposing manner he had just

and beg for mercy from this

was extremely remorseful now. Why did he cross this

dangerous for just two million

thought back to how he threatened Philip just now, he was