The First Heir

Philip was dragged to the training ground behind Seed Group. With a clatter, the huge iron gate was pushed open.

Saul Seed sat at the innermost area next to dozens of grim faced thugs, each with steel pipes or baseball bats in their hands.

Charles stood to the side and dared not move at all. Martha was still sitting in a wheelchair. Both of them were bruised and swollen, obviously beaten up.

Zachary was on crutches, and his right arm was wrapped in bandages that hung from his neck. He was beaten out of the blue last night.

The other party had said that it was Philip Clarke who told them to do it!

At that time, Zachary was so angry that he spat out blood!

Philip Clarke was so good at playing dirty!

“Bring him in!”

Zachary yelled. The security guards behind heard him and kicked Philip in.

Then, the door was closed tightly.

Philip coldly glanced at the two security guards next to him.

him would make their

brink of death? Believe it or

his hand when he was stopped by Saul, who scolded, “It’s not your

Seed, the spokesperson of the Seed family, was in his 60s

who trained the personal guards of several high ranking dignitaries. In Uppercreek, he had a

sizing Philip up at this moment. Was this the

very ordinary. Was there a

this grandson of his was really

had provoked the Seed family, he had to be taught a lesson. Otherwise, everyone else would think that they too could just bully

I’m here, you have to

that’s right! It’s all Philip’s fault! Master Seed, you should let us go. Philip, what took you so long? They

nothing but to cause trouble every day! A loser like you should just die on your own. Don’

and said, “Mom, I didn’t cause

us

Wynn to divorce you when I get back! I won’t delay even a minute! You’ll

a flattering smile, saying, “Young

slapped Martha

you are? The injuries on my body are caused by your