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!

anxious voice rang at the

a minute! Mr.

man ran over while clutching a black leather bag under his arm. He was sweating

middle-aged man standing in front of him who

Philip’s ear, “Mr. Clarke, this

Philip finally paid attention to this

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

no motion, so Theo

“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 out of

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

Mr. Murdoch, what’s the meaning of this? My daughter and my friend are missing from

speaking, Philip’s eyes were filled

Clarke, you’ve misunderstood. This matter has nothing to do

“The system is damaged.”

his expression

was covering up

words, the Fenix Hotel

his eyes as he looked at the

damned fatty was