The First Heir

Smack!

The moment Shirley spoke, Philip instantly slapped her across the face.

Without an ounce of hesitation!

Right in front of Houston, without a hint of fear!

Shirley was stunned. She held her cheek, which had a scarlet handprint on it, and she looked at Philip with widened eyes for a long time before screaming hysterically, “How dare you hit me! Mr. Michaels, he hit me!”

Houston was taken aback by Philip’s ferociousness too. The next second, he erupted in rage!

Philip had smacked his woman before his very eyes!

Houston pointed at Philip and howled, “The sheer nerve! How dare you! Don’t you know who she is?!”

“I know. She’s your little honey baby,” Philip said off-handedly.

“You!”

Houston was so furious that his face was crimson, and he raised his hand, swinging it at Philip.

Of course, he was no match for Philip. They had barely crossed swords when Philip twisted his arm and pressed him against the wall!

“Let go! I’m the vice-chairman here! Lay a hand on me and I’ll fire you right now! I’ll tell my dad to pull out of the deal, then both you and your wife will go to prison!”

Houston put up a struggle.

Philip said into his ear coolly, “Houston, don’t keep threatening me with your position as vice-chairman, and definitely stop talking about firing me. I’ve heard you say those things countless times now, but I’m still here.”

roared, “You think you’re all that, don’t you?! Well, I want to see how you explain what you’re doing to me to

a bit more force and left Houston wailing. Shirley and

“Assault, assault! Security! Guards!”

screamed at the top of her voice,

the earlier shift leader, Fabio Lorne. As soon as he arrived, he saw what

Madam Johnston’s

exactly a repeat of what happened last time, and he was stuck in the

just standing there? Apprehend

Houston yelled at Fabio.

just let go for now? We can talk things over. If we can’t,

layabout, he was still

the hell are you here for? Brother Clarke, my *ss! Capture him! Or

“Gah, you’re so annoying!”

a bit more force,

“Argh!”

next second, Houston screamed in pain, holding his dislocated arm as he ranted, “Catch him, or you’re

not expect Philip to

“Sorry, Brother Clarke.”

went forth and subdued Philip, calling him two subordinates to take him to the

should you perhaps go

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in the chest, swearing as he led Shirley away. The woman was looking deathly pale, and before they left, Houston even shouted, “Keep an eye on him! If I don’t

up from the ground and adjusted his cap. With a sigh, he made

like a lord, with fruits

were treating him like

could they do? Mr. Lorne had warned them to give Philip the

treatment either, casually eating