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.

George saw Wynn, he disregarded his fatigue from walking and hurriedly bowed while saying, “I’m sorry

or seven people in the bank passed out in fright upon

Holy sh*t!

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

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

room, the manager knelt on the floor without moving a

asked coldly, “Who hit my wife just

Young Master Clarke, I didn’t hit her. Please check

“Bah!”

suddenly burst

lifted his leg and kicked the manager’s desk

see the five finger marks on my

security guard seemed to have hit Mrs. Clarke just now. He

was the one who slapped the young madam. It has nothing to do

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

you use? Break it! Are you doing it yourself or do