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.

disregarded his fatigue from walking and hurriedly bowed while saying, “I’m sorry that I’m

bank passed out in fright upon

Holy sh*t!

area, actually called her ‘Young Madam’. Without a doubt, she

Mr. George was the butler of the main Clarke family. This woman was actually the

on the floor without

on the sofa behind the desk and asked coldly, “Who hit my wife

Clarke, I didn’t hit her. Please check again!” the manager

“Bah!”

suddenly burst

leg and kicked the manager’s desk in

you think I didn’t see the five

suddenly remembered that a security guard seemed to have hit Mrs.

the one who slapped the

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

Break it! Are you doing it yourself or