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 that

or seven people in the bank passed out in fright upon hearing

Holy sh*t!

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

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

the manager knelt on the floor without moving

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

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

“Bah!”

burst into

manager’s

think I’m blind? Do you 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

the one who slapped the young madam. It has

When that security guard heard this, his face

it! Are you