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

Mr.

over while clutching a black leather bag

his eyebrows and looked at the fat middle-aged man standing in front of him who kept panting and sweating. There was a suspicious look

Clarke, this is the owner of Fenix Hotel and Restaurant,

Philip finally paid attention to this Peter

He then said with a smile, “Hello

no motion, so

“Anything?” Philip asked.

at the male receptionist who had 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

the ground limply with a pained expression as he stared

Mr. Murdoch, what’s the meaning of this? My daughter and my friend are missing from your hotel. I haven’t even found out anything and you want me to release this

speaking, Philip’s eyes were filled with a cold

quickly said with a benevolent smile, “Mr. Clarke, you’ve misunderstood. This matter has

“The system is damaged.”

said, his

Peter Murdoch was covering up

Hotel

with chills in his eyes as he

was up