The First Heir

“I do know Master Bear. Has he offended you?” Troy asked cautiously.

“Yeah, you can say that. I’m in Buckingham Palace and have beaten up his subordinate by the name of Wolfman.”

Troy gasped and mourned for three seconds for Master Bear. Offending Young Master Clarke was equivalent to looking for death. He wondered if Master Bear’s patron could protect him this time.

“Please wait for a moment. I’ll go over and talk to you in detail. Some things are inconvenient to say on the phone,” Troy said.

“Okay, I’ll wait for you outside Buckingham Palace.”

Philip hung up the phone, glanced at the bowling Wolfman, and said with a smile, “What are you howling for? I’ll make you close your eyes forever if you howl again.”

Wolfman gritted his teeth and dared not make another sound for fear that Philip would really make him close his eyes, never to awaken again.

Seeing Wolfman and his gang holding back their howls, Philip took a leather chair and sat in front of Wolfman. At this moment, Carla also knelt on the floor, shivering and not daring to speak. She was afraid that Philip would beat her up until she was in Wolfman’s miserable state.

She was panicking. Why was Young Master Harrison not here yet?

think you’re worth?” Philip

Those who failed him are

have a few words with him.” Philip thought for a

phone and dialed Master Bear’s

was flustered and

are you calling me at this time?” Master Bear asked

venue has been wrecked and the other party is detaining us. He wants to talk to

Who’s the

trembled and said

the call

of ten million dollars over. Remember, it’s ten million per person. I estimate there are more than

of bull. If you want to kill them, go ahead. Money is not up for discussion. Besides,

not on the table. In that case, we can only resort to violence,” Philip said

amusing. Who do you think you are to resort to violence? If you dare to make trouble in Buckingham Palace, not

“Hehehe…”