The First Heir

Lydia Jensen was very displeased. She kept thinking that her great-grandfather was old and confused.

Would it not be shameful for the Jensen family to bring such a guy there?

Besides, many foreign guests were attending tonight, and most of them were members of the World Martial Arts Association. In name, this event was held for networking and discussions, but in reality, it was a joint operation by those rude foreigners to suppress the domestic martial arts circles.

They wanted to take this opportunity to suppress national martial arts so that they could have more competition rights and status in the next election for the director of the World Martial Arts Association!

Therefore, several domestic martial arts families were very concerned about this martial arts exchange meeting and had made a lot of preparations for it.

However, Great-grandpa actually wanted to bring a man who looked very ordinary to participate.

Lydia could not understand this.

Was he really Young Master Clarke?

The legendary guy who helped the Jensen family became one of the directors of the World Martial Arts Association?

“Insolence! Lydia, don’t be rude to Young Master Clarke!”

Jacob glared as he scolded Lydia and then said to Philip very apologetically, “Young Master Clarke, please forgive me for not teaching her well. Lydia is a bit out of hand.”

with her pouty mouth. He asked,

Even if you are Young Master Clarke, it only means you have money. This martial arts exchange meeting involves getting your hands dirty. I don’t think

straightforward little girl who spoke

and said, “Old Master Jensen, your great-granddaughter

hurriedly smiled and apologized. “Sorry that you have to see

She stomped her foot, raised her eyebrows,

forward and hit Philip’s

wanted to teach this guy

He was too hateful!

but he kept making him humble himself

seeing Lydia’s palm, Philip just smiled lightly. He turned sideways, raised his hand, and grabbed Lydia’s

she lifted her

opponent making such a move. He quickly reached out with his other hand

way, Lydia’s arm and

let go

face was flushed.

her wrist and ankle, refusing to let

age, she had never suffered such treatment