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.”

saying that, Philip saw the opportunity and kicked at the chest of the guard nearest

wearing 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 before falling to the floor and

trembled and his face froze. He roared, “Why are you still standing around?

guards brought by Wilfred pulled out the anti-riot batons around their waists and rushed

Wynn yelled

a dozen guards in black combat uniforms on the other side. How could he be a match

also anxious and

the next moment, a loud noise caught their attention.

this punch, a guard in front of him flew out like a

Biff, bang, thud!

moves were simple and straightforward without

One punch!

One kick!

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 a dozen guards were kicked out of the front hall

of the branch

that a young master of a