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!

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

No matter which one you choose, I’ll be

other party was using one killing

he chose, his brother would lose

had no room

he look for

would show his

a moment of silence,

waist. Then, he glanced at Jerome on the ground

hand and the

palm was chopped

slumped to the ground, howling in

him to the

Jerome and rushed to the hospital along with

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

faintly and said, “Mr.