The First Heir

The security officer was stunned by this sudden slap. His ears buzzed and he saw stars. He looked at the manager incredulously and asked cautiously, “Manager, what’s wrong with you? Why did you hit me?”

He was aggrieved to be slapped by the manager in front of so many people.

“Why, you ask? Get the hell out of my way!”

With that said, the manager kicked the security guard away, ran to Philip, and knelt in front of him with a thud. “I’m sorry for not recognizing you. Please forgive me, Young Master Clarke! I deserve to die!”

As he said that, the manager bowed his head to the ground, not daring to move.

Everyone in the room was dumbfounded!

Young Master Clarke?

This kid who was dressed like a beggar was really a young master of the Clarke family.

Philip did not speak. At this time, his face was frosty, and his eyes flickered like snow on the glacier. It was so cold it froze people’s hearts.

ground, trembling all over. Hearing no response from Philip, he continued to

at stake. Moreover, even if the president did not specify the

be angry! It’ s all my fault and I’m in the wrong! Please

manager said while pounding his chest and slamming his

should I forgive you? Who are you to bully my

said, his

Was that not the

Oh no!

dead for

his head covered in blood. He saw Philip’s angry expression and got a fright. He raised his arm and slapped

and ignorant. I’m a piece of useless trash! Please

Smack, smack!

manager slapped his face more than a dozen times until it was all swollen, but Philip just stood there coldly holding Wynn’s hand. There was no sign of forgiveness on

this point, he understood. Mr.

he wanted Mr. Clarke to forgive him, he must first get Mrs. Clarke’s forgiveness. If