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.

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

people in the bank passed

Holy sh*t!

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

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

the room, the manager knelt on

the desk and asked coldly, “Who hit my

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

“Bah!”

burst

the manager’s desk in front of

Do you think I didn’t see

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

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

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

“Which hand did you use? Break it! Are you doing it yourself or do you want me to