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.

make their lives

at the brink of

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

spokesperson of the Seed family, was in his 60s or 70s. He

who trained the personal guards of several high ranking dignitaries.

this the same Philip Clarke who had been in the

ordinary. Was there a

was really

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

indifferently, “Since I’m here, you have to keep your word and

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

pig, “You know nothing but to cause trouble every day! A loser like you should just die on

looked at Martha and said, “Mom, I didn’t cause

up! You even dragged us

I get back! I won’t

Martha turned to Saul and Zachary with a flattering smile, saying, “Young Master Seed, since Philip is here, can you let us go

Zachary slapped Martha on the

think you are? The injuries on my body are