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

brink of death? Believe it or not, I’ll kill you right

he was stopped by Saul, who

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

high ranking dignitaries. In Uppercreek, he had a deep background and

at this moment. Was this the same Philip Clarke who had been in the limelight

ordinary. Was there

his was really

be taught a lesson. Otherwise, everyone else would think that they too could just bully the Seed

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

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

every day! A loser like you

and said, “Mom, I

up! You even dragged us down with you this

back! I won’t delay even a minute! You’ll bring misfortune if you continue staying in our family. Sooner or later, our whole family will

with a flattering smile, saying, “Young

this, Zachary slapped Martha on

Who do you think you are? The injuries on