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!”

meekly lowered his head, not daring to

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

pressed on the ground as well as the one who had been killed on one side. A trace of stem grimness

height reaching Philip’s shoulders. Due to his hunched

of your greeting even though

said coldly with a subtle smirk Philip frowned and was silent for a few seconds before saying, “Sixth

the old man in front was Philip’s sixth great-granduncle. He was also Roger Clarke’s sixth granduncle. He was a person with

enjoying his retirement in his manor. However, he was

two madams and Wynn behind Philip. He smiled and said, “The two madams

gave small smiles and

nodded with a smile before his gaze fell on Wynn. He asked, “Are you