The First Heir

Chills!

Killing intent!

The entire lobby of Fenix Hotel was filled with Philip’s raging anger at this moment!

Yes, Philip Clarke was itching to kill someone right now!

To touch Mila was to shake Philip’s world!

He would make these people pay the heaviest price!

Including their lives!

“I… I don’t know. Don’t kill me… I really don’t know.”

The male receptionist still shook his head, his face flushing with pain.

Philip shook his head with murderous intent in his eyes and raised the golf club in his hand before saying coldly, “Sorry, wrong answer!”

The male receptionist crumbled while clutching his broken legs, looking at the golf club that was about to fall. He was wailing in pain.

Suddenly!

at the entrance of

minute! Mr. Clarke,

while clutching a black leather bag under his arm. He

his eyebrows and looked at the fat middle-aged man standing in front of him who kept panting

in Philip’s ear, “Mr. Clarke, this is the owner of Fenix Hotel and Restaurant, Peter

Philip finally paid attention to

his breath, took out his business card from his bag, and handed it to Philip fawningly. He then said

so Theo took the

“Anything?” Philip asked.

had his legs broken and was now lying on the ground. He went

sprawled on the ground limply with a pained expression as he stared at his

what’s the meaning of this? My daughter and my friend are missing

were filled

“Mr. Clarke, you’ve misunderstood. This matter has

“The system is damaged.”

his expression

was

other words, the Fenix Hotel was involved in this

in his eyes as he looked at

damned fatty was