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.”

I want to see how you explain what you’re doing to

he pressed down with a bit more force and left

“Assault, assault! Security! Guards!”

her voice, and the entire company hall

by the earlier shift leader, Fabio Lorne.

Madam Johnston’s useless husband

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

you just standing there?

Houston yelled at Fabio.

up two of the guards, smiling sheepishly at Philip. “Brother Clarke, could you just let go for now? We can talk things over.

was a useless layabout, he was still the chairwoman’s husband, so Fabio could not

here for? Brother Clarke, my *ss! Capture him! Or I’ll fire

“Gah, you’re so annoying!”

and used a bit more force,

“Argh!”

second, Houston screamed in pain, holding his dislocated arm as he ranted,

He did not expect Philip to

“Sorry, Brother Clarke.”

things stood now, so he went forth and subdued Philip, calling

Michaels, should you perhaps go

asked with a nod

they left, Houston

his cap. With a sigh, he made his way to the

sitting like a lord, with fruits and cigarettes offered

guards were treating him

Mr. Lorne had warned them to give Philip the best treatment they could manage. After all, that was

special treatment either, casually eating a banana in the