The First Heir

Philip sneered inwardly. He did not want to go after the law enforcement hall so soon, but he could not stop the other party from showing up on his doorstep.

When Wilfred saw the convoy, his eyes lit up with hope as he shouted, “Sixth Enforcer, save me quickly! Look at the beating Philip has given me! He even took down the chieftain’s guards!”

As Wilfred’s roar spread throughout the small square, the convoy stopped. The door of the Rolls-Royce at the forefront opened and out stepped a small but energetic old man with his hands behind his back.

The old man wore a gray suit and seemed to be in his 70s. He was older than Wilfred. However, after the old man stepped out, his dormant aura was much stronger than Wilfred’s!

With a headful of gray and his hands behind his back, he walked up to Wilfred. He glared at Wilfred coldly and reprimanded, “Useless fool, embarrassing the branch family here! I didn’t raise you for so many years for you to disgrace yourself!”

his reprimand, Wilfred meekly lowered his head, not daring to refute at

was his uncle. He was a generation older than him. He was

head, his eyes sweeping across the Wolf Guards who were being pressed on the ground as well as the one who had been killed on one side. A trace of

Philip, his height reaching Philip’s shoulders. Due to his hunched back, he looked somewhat

am I not worthy of your greeting even though

a subtle smirk Philip frowned and

was Philip’s sixth great-granduncle. He was also Roger Clarke’s sixth granduncle. He was a person with

should be enjoying his retirement in his manor. However, he was out and

the two madams and Wynn

gave small smiles and greeted,

man nodded with a smile before his gaze fell