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.

walking and hurriedly bowed while saying, “I’m sorry

people in the bank passed out in fright

Holy sh*t!

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

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

room, the manager knelt on the floor without

the sofa behind the desk and asked coldly, “Who

Master Clarke, I didn’t hit her.

“Bah!”

suddenly burst

leg and kicked the manager’s desk in

see the five finger marks on

taken aback and suddenly remembered that a security guard seemed to have

Master Clarke, it’s him! He was the one who slapped the young

him. When that security guard heard

at him sideways, and said, “Which hand did you use? Break it! Are