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 the

Mr. Clarke, please

over while clutching a black leather bag

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

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

Philip finally paid attention to this Peter

fawningly. He then said with a smile, “Hello

no motion, so

“Anything?” Philip asked.

He went over with a kick and shouted, “F*ck off, you embarrassing piece of scum! Crawl away and get out of

the ground limply with a

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

Philip’s eyes were

quickly said with a benevolent smile, “Mr. Clarke, you’ve misunderstood. This matter has nothing to do with our hotel.

“The system is damaged.”

said, his

Peter Murdoch was

Fenix Hotel was involved in

sneered with chills in his eyes as he

damned fatty was up