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!

voice rang at the

a minute! Mr. Clarke, please

while clutching a black leather bag under his arm. He

in front of him who kept panting and sweating. There was a suspicious look in his

this is the owner of

paid attention

from his bag, and handed it to Philip fawningly. He then said with a smile, “Hello Mr. Clarke, I’m the owner of

made no motion, so

“Anything?” Philip asked.

his legs broken and was now lying on the ground. He went over with a kick and shouted, “F*ck off, you embarrassing piece of scum! Crawl away and get

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

about to crawl away, Philip said coldly, “Wait a minute. Mr. Murdoch, what’s the meaning of this? My daughter and my friend are missing

speaking, Philip’s eyes were

quickly said with a benevolent smile, “Mr. Clarke, you’ve misunderstood. This matter has nothing to do with our hotel. Why don’t I show

“The system is damaged.”

his expression

Peter Murdoch was

Fenix Hotel was involved in this

eyes as he looked at the

fatty was up to