The First Heir

Everyone raised their eyebrows and saw a few people barging in at the door of the private room. Philip was naturally in the lead with his hands in his trouser pockets. His expression was indifferent as he stared at Liam coldly.

Liam was instantly furious. He slammed the table, got up, and shouted, “Philip Clarke, why are you here?! Who allowed you to barge in? Get out! Can’t you see that we’re hosting an important guest?”

Liam was full of anger, especially when he saw Philip swaggering in with a bunch of people. He felt extremely upset!

What was this guy going to do?

Was this a place he could barge in at will?

Bernard was also startled. He raised his eyebrows and said to Philip, “Philip, don’t you think you’ve gone too far? We did nothing to offend you today. By barging in like this, do you still have any respect for me?”

Bernard shouted with coldness in his eyes!

Philip had repeatedly foiled his plans and even beaten up his second brother like that. Bernard was still frustrated and had nowhere to vent his anger!

However, he was also afraid of Philip.

Master Eight’s words still lingered in his mind. Before he was certain of Philip’s

the test, they all stood up at this moment and pointed at Philip while chiding,

banquet we’re specially holding for the director of the

Clarke is too insolent. We

showing no

Carl and Jacky Cullen were among them. A layer of frost hung on their faces as though they could not wait to swallow

of him in the hotel that day was still fresh in their minds.

and said gravely, “I remember all of you. By right, none of you should

tremble and felt creeped out. After all, Philip’s eyes were too

that after doing such a

of them sneered

smiled, the corner of his mouth curling up as he took

man flew back like a cannonball and crashed

Bang, boom!

rack collapsed and bottles

to raise his head, pointed at Philip