The First Heir

Chapter 1133

Swoosh!

Everyone’s eyes followed the direction Zee pointed in.

Sure enough, a sneaky-looking man was looking around and eating a snack he stole!

F*ck!

Zee was immediately upset and angry. She turned around and nudged Clifford next to her while crying, “Young Master Gold, it’s him. That’s the scumbag. He molested me and even got me into trouble!”

Clifford was an egotistical man. He had countless women in the past but preferred little girls like Zee.

Especially with Zee’s tearful appearance at this moment, it made him feel distressed and angry!

Without further ado!

Clifford snapped his fingers. In an instant, the bodyguard behind him bent over and asked, “Young Master, what are your orders?”

Clifford looked at Philip grimly and said, “Go and bring him here.”

After speaking, he picked up the glass and took a sip of the vodka with a sneer at the corner of his eyes.

Several other rich second-generations and the other members of Flame Girls began gloating with unpleasant expressions on their faces.

It was over for that scoundrel!

Once Clifford made a move, he would be dead for sure!

Here, Philip had nothing better to do and was looking for some food to fill his stomach.

Suddenly, a man in a black suit and sunglasses came beside him and said solemnly, “Mister, our young master invites you to go over.”

stretched out his hand and pointed at Clifford and the others who were sitting on the sofa in the lounge

frowned and

did not

knew was Zee, who was next to the handsome

Instantly, Philip understood.

Interesting.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know your young master. Go back and tell him, if

Overbearing!

this,

his demeanor. He directly stretched out his arms and was about to drag Philip over,

However…

Bam!

Philip kicked him!

This was intolerable.

think he

row of

the ground, took off his sunglasses abruptly, and punched

to scatter away as they watched

raised his hand, and grabbed the bodyguard’s fist. Then, with a flick

Bang!

in the black suit

“Get lost!”

hands in his trouser pockets. His eyes were cold as

suit

in his trouser pockets, and walked over with a

“Stop it!”

man in the black suit, he said coldly, “Such

“Young Master, I’m sorry.”

suit lowered his head and stepped aside, still staring at Philip with a hostile

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