The First Heir

“M-Mrs. Clarke, please spare my life!” the manager shouted hysterically.

Philip glanced at him and yelled, “Shut the hell up!”

“Yes!”

At Philip’s shout, the manager immediately kept quiet. Philip said to Wynn, “Wynnie, if you don‘t want to stay here, go outside. Old George will be at the door soon. His bodyguards are there, so don’t worry. No one will dare to bully you anymore.”

“Okay.”

Wynn nodded pitifully and said, “Aren’t you coming out? I want you with me.”

Philip stroked Wynn’s head and said, “I still have to get back at them for you. Go to the door and watch with Old George and the others.”

“Okay.” Wynn agreed and left.

At this time, no one dared to stop her anymore. The arrogant and domineering security personnel and tellers just now were huddled at one side in fear, respectfully giving way to Wynn.

At the entrance of the international bank, George and his bodyguards had arrived.

fatigue from walking and hurriedly bowed

or seven people in the bank passed out in fright

Holy sh*t!

was in charge of this area, actually called her ‘Young Madam’. Without a doubt, she

This woman

the manager knelt on the floor without moving a

on the sofa behind the desk and asked coldly,

her. Please check again!” the manager said

“Bah!”

suddenly burst

kicked the manager’s desk in front of him until

blind? Do you think I didn’t see the five

suddenly remembered that a security guard seemed to have hit Mrs. Clarke just now. He quickly

who slapped the young madam. It has nothing to do with

at the security guard next to him. When that security guard heard this, his face went white and his

and said, “Which hand did you use? Break it! Are you doing it yourself or do you want me to do