The First Heir

Philip also lost patience at this moment and said bluntly, “Wallace Phoenix, I’ll give you two choices. One, chop off your brother’s hand and we’ll take it as nothing happened. Two, I’ll ask the men outside to come in and smash up your Phoenix Pavilion. Then, I’ll personally chop off your brother’s hand. How about it? It’s a fair transaction, right?”

Fair transaction?

It was a total loss!

Wallace was full of anger. With red eyes, he shouted in a deep voice, “You’ve gone too far!”

Philip shook his head and said with a smile, “It’s not that I’ve gone too far, but you did something wrong and have to be punished for it.”

After that, Philip stretched out his hand and motioned to Don to hand over the document. He directly tossed it in front of Wallace, saying, “Look at it. It’s the notice issued by the association. Your Phoenix Pavilion has been ordered to close for reorganization… How many years is that?”

Philip turned to ask Don. Don smiled slightly and replied, “Indefinite closure until Young Master Clarke is satisfied.”

Crack!

bent down and scrutinized the documents on the floor, especially the final signature by Don Garcia and the official seal of

Wallace and said lightly, “You can still make a choice now. No matter which one you choose, I’ll be satisfied and it’ll be as if this document

was using one killing move after

he chose, his brother would lose one

no room

look

it would show

a moment of

from his waist. Then, he glanced

hand and

palm was

immediately slumped to the ground,

the hospital!” Wallace

rushed to the

were full of gloom as he looked at Philip. A menacing sneer appeared in the corners of his mouth as he

smiled faintly and said, “Mr. Phoenix,