The First Heir

Nadia hurriedly motioned to a maid in the front hall and whispered in her ear, “Quickly inform the nearby guards to hurry to Fourth Madam’s residence!”

The maid nodded and found an opportunity to run out of the place.

On this side, Wilfred’s painful right cheek was bright red with a palm print. He was furious and shook with anger.

“Bold and presumptuous! How dare you do this to me?! You simply have no regard for the Clarke family rules at all!”

Wilfred was livid. He was already in his 60s and was now slapped by a junior in public. If word of this got out, how could he still exert his influence in the Clarke family?

“Men, take him down! Slap him a hundred times!” Wilfred almost roared, his usually stoic face now distorted with a myriad of expressions.

Swoosh!

Several of Wilfred’s personal guards took a step forward and were about to execute the order.

However, Philip’s expression changed and he said coldly, “Whoever dares to make a move today and crosses the line by even half a step shouldn’t even think of walking out alive.”

kicked at the chest of

suffered a few broken ribs. He crashed on the dining

saw this scene, his body trembled and his face froze. He roared, “Why are

guards brought by Wilfred

yelled

did not expect the situation to be this serious. There were a dozen guards in black combat uniforms on the other side. How could he

also anxious and wanted

attention. Philip punched out with the force of a

of him flew out like a meteor, hit the door, and

Biff, bang, thud!

simple and straightforward

One punch!

One kick!

kick, one guard would be sent flying out the door of the front hall and land on the ground, unable to move. In just half a minute, more than

instant, the remaining guards of the branch

a young master of