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.

hurriedly bowed while saying, “I’m sorry that I’m late. Please

people in the bank

Holy sh*t!

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

main Clarke family. This woman

knelt on the

desk and asked coldly, “Who hit my wife just now?

Clarke, I didn’t hit her. Please check

“Bah!”

suddenly burst

and kicked the manager’s desk in front of

think I didn’t see the five finger marks on my wife’s face?”

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

who slapped the young madam. It has nothing

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

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