The First Heir

“Young Master Clarke, I’d advise you not to do that! The person behind me is definitely not someone you can easily provoke!”

Wylan endured the urge to kill Philip in his heart as he said that.

However…

Philip said lightly, “In this world, no one can persuade me. Not you, and not even the one behind you.”

After that, Philip asked Crawford next to him, “How long before it starts?”

Crawford glanced at the time and said, “Another ten minutes to go.”

Philip nodded and said to Wylan, “I’ll give you ten minutes to think about it. Kneel down and apologize to the old master, or break your arms and crawl out on your knees.”

Thereafter, the side hall fell into silence.

Wylan was drenched in a cold sweat. After a few minutes, he finally could not bear the pressure of the six masters behind him and shouted angrily, “Philip Clarke! Don’t be too arrogant! I don’t believe no one can take you down!”

After saying that, he took out his phone and dialed a number. He spoke respectfully and anxiously, “My lord, I encountered some trouble and was stopped in the side hall of the venue.”

speaking, he glanced at the nonchalant

was this kid

old voice sounded. “Are

lord, I…” Wylan

the other party

voice on the other end of

“Yes, my lord.”

quickly replied but was interrupted by the voice on the other end before

the other party tells

person on the other end replied

Wylan was stunned. He looked at the phone blankly and shouted a few times but no one answered

Philip said flatly, “Another three minutes

Thump!

without any

had already said so, what else

sorry, I

teeth, his heart

and looked at the other party. He pointed to Old Master Jensen’s memorial plaque, saying,

fists, knelt before the old

Philip