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.

from walking and hurriedly bowed while saying, “I’m sorry that I’m late. Please forgive me,

in the bank passed out

Holy sh*t!

of this area, actually called her ‘Young Madam’. Without a doubt, she must be

family. This woman was actually the

room, the manager knelt on the floor without moving a

desk and asked coldly, “Who hit my wife just

hit her. Please check again!”

“Bah!”

burst into

manager’s desk

you think I’m blind? Do you think I didn’t see the five finger marks on my wife’s

a security guard seemed to have hit Mrs. Clarke just now. He quickly raised his

him! He was the one who slapped the young madam. It has nothing to

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

looked at him sideways, and said, “Which hand did you use? Break it! Are you doing it yourself or do you want