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

flying by Philip’s kick and suffered a few

his body trembled and his face froze.

a flash, more than a dozen special guards brought by Wilfred pulled out the anti-riot batons around their waists and rushed toward

yelled in

guards in black combat uniforms on the other side. How could he be a match against these combatants all alone? It

were also anxious and wanted

next moment, a loud noise caught their attention. Philip punched out with the force of a

in front of him flew out like

Biff, bang, thud!

moves were simple and straightforward without

One punch!

One kick!

one guard would be sent flying out the door of the front hall and land on the ground, unable to move. In just

guards of the branch

the strength that a young master of a large