The First Heir

Chapter 620

Smack!

Slap!

This painful sound echoed throughout the living room!

Wynn cried bitterly and screamed, but she was not a match for the bodyguards at all. Her head was grabbed and pressed to the ground.

“Kneel! Apologize to Sixth Young Master now!”

One of the bodyguards pressed Wynn’s head and kicked her calf.

Wynn was stubborn with a fiery temper. She refused to kneel!

Even if her face was red and swollen and the corners of her mouth were bleeding, she would not kneel!

However, under the enormous brute force, Wynn could not help but kneel on the ground with a loud thud.

Canon laughed triumphantly, pinched Wynn’s chin, and mocked. “B*tch, someone like you dares to be arrogant with me? Believe it or not, even if I kill your entire family, nothing will happen to me.”

Sinister, conceited.

The ominous smile on Canon’s face made him seem like a devil from hell.

Wynn stubbornly twisted her head, raised her face, glared at Canon, and said, “I don’t believe you can get away with it! My husband will be back soon. When he sees my daughter and me being beaten, you’ll die miserably!”

no idea why she said such

truly believed

bullied her and her daughter would be

the

I want to see how stubborn

motioned for the bodyguard to continue slapping her mouth. After that, he slowly walked up to the crying Mila and violently slapped her on the face, cursing. “What are you

“Waa…”

Mila’s cries became louder!

this slap. She

be dead at this time. She was lying on the sofa, closing one eye, clenching her teeth, and not

was Mila who was beaten up—The daughter of that good-for-nothing Philip, so it had nothing to do

if she was beaten

that Canon was about to hit Mila again, a burst of maternal love exploded from Wynn. She broke free from

Bam!

was about to dash over, a bodyguard threw out a kick. Like a kite with a broken string, Wynn flew in mid-air

Thump!

the floor

stepped forward, grabbed Wynn’s ankles, and dragged her like she was a dead dog toward

cruel sneer at the corner of his mouth, he

fell, she grabbed the soles of his feet and blocked

another child

raised his foot and stepped on her dainty palm fiercely. He said, “You’re nothing but a b*tch who gave birth to another b*tch. Are you even worthy to talk to me? The bloodline of the Clarkes

this, his

murderous intent

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