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!

rang at the entrance of the

Mr. Clarke, please

while clutching a black leather bag under

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

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

paid

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

made no motion, so Theo took

“Anything?” Philip asked.

broken and was now lying on the ground. He went over with a kick and shouted, “F*ck off, you embarrassing piece

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

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

Philip’s eyes were

matter has nothing to do with our hotel.

“The system is damaged.”

said, his

Murdoch was covering up for

Fenix Hotel was involved

with chills in his eyes as he looked at the

fatty was up