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

was this kid

phone, an old voice sounded. “Are you causing

lord, I…” Wylan

the other party Philip

on the other end of the phone asked

“Yes, my lord.”

but was interrupted by the voice on

do whatever the other party tells you to

person on the other end replied and ended the

blankly and shouted a few times but

Philip said flatly, “Another three minutes to

Thump!

without

him had already said so,

I was

said through clenched teeth, his heart

eyes and looked at the other party. He pointed

the old master’s memorial

Philip yelled