The First Heir

Chapter 1290

Juan and Martha looked at each other, both a little flustered.

What was Philip going to do?

After a few minutes, the atmosphere in the private room was too somber.

Juan could not bear it anymore and said coldly, “Philip, what do you want to do?”

Philip responded grimly, “Juan, have you forgotten what I said to you last time?”

Hearing this, Juan frowned and slammed the table. He got up and shouted, “Philip, why are you still so pretentious? You’re penniless now! You’re nothing but a dog right now! What you need to do is kneel and beg me and Aunt Martha to forgive you!”

“Yes, that’s right!”

Martha followed suit with an angry expression. “Philip, you good-for-nothing, all your properties belong to me now. If you know what’s good for you, kneel and beg for my mercy! Perhaps I’ll let you off on account that you’re my son-in-law!”

Martha was full of confidence. Philip was completely deprived of all his wealth now, so why should she still be afraid of him?

However…

Unexpectedly, Philip’s expression was still indifferent.

and took a baseball bat from Master Bell’s hand. He

are you doing? Let me tell you, I’m no longer the same

However, Philip ignored him.

in Juan’s wine

With that said, boom!

and the latter fell directly to the ground while desperately trying to crawl

crutches and broke them. He then started beating him up for

After everything was over…

heard the footsteps approaching

his head helplessly. “Martha Yates, at this point, do you

promise! Good son-in-law, please let me

cried and begged for

Bell, “Arrange for someone to send her back to Riverdale and hand her

Bell replied and got his

Juan who was bleeding

glanced at the burly man and the young

man was already kneeling on the ground in fright. When he saw

wrong. Mr. Parker was the one who made me do this.” The burly man begged

out, and a miserable cry came from

every wail, the young girl

trembled all over, her small

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