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.”

Philip saw the opportunity and kicked at

a heavy black combat uniform, he was sent flying by Philip’s kick and suffered a few broken ribs. He crashed on the dining table heavily

saw this scene, his body trembled and his face

a dozen special guards brought by Wilfred pulled out the

yelled

to be this serious. There were a dozen guards in black combat uniforms on the other side. How could he be a match against these combatants all

were also anxious and wanted to

a loud noise caught their attention. Philip punched out with

a guard in front of him flew out like a

Biff, bang, thud!

simple and straightforward without

One punch!

One kick!

the ground, unable to move. In just half a minute, more than a dozen guards were kicked

the remaining guards of the branch family panicked. It

strength that a young master