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.

disregarded his fatigue from walking and hurriedly bowed while saying, “I’m sorry that I’m late. Please

seven people in the bank passed out in fright upon

Holy sh*t!

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

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

the room, the manager knelt on the

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

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

“Bah!”

burst into

lifted his leg and kicked the manager’s desk in front of him until it

think I’m blind? Do you think I didn’t see

aback and suddenly remembered that a security guard seemed to have hit Mrs. Clarke just now. He quickly raised

it’s him! He was the one who slapped the young madam. It has nothing to do

to him. When that security

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