The First Heir

In a high-end luxury relaxation club. In the most prestigious private room of the entire club, a sturdy middle-aged man in his 30s or 40s was sitting on a leather sofa. He was embracing several hot, sexy, and fashionable models in his arms.

These women were dressed so skimpily that men’s knees would go weak at the sight of them.

The middle-aged man was laughing and fooling around with the women, eating the grapes fed to him and drinking the wine that rolled down from their bodies.

The scene was intoxicating.

At this moment, the private room door was pushed open from the outside.

Willis’ face was full of anger as he walked in with flushed cheeks. He went straight to the sofa, picked up a wine glass, and gulped big mouthfuls.

Clatter!

in his hand heavily on the floor,

take action against a member of the Hale family? Could it

a mocking smile on his face. Willis’ face was grim as he cursed viciously, “It was none other than the person brought by Troy who challenged several

The woman leaned toward Willis, smiled enticingly, and said, “Master Willis, don’t be angry. Come, have a

more disciples than those two. Since they’re not as skilled as others, it’s their time to die. However, I’m very interested

took the glass of wine and gulped the contents. He leaned back on the sofa with little interest and said, “I don’t know that kid. He was brought by Troy. He’s very young and in his 20s.

“Philip Clarke?”

smiled, drank the wine from the glass in his hand, and said, “Okay, Master Willis,

me twice in front of many

he has disrespected the Hale family,

up as a fierce chill suddenly erupted from his body. Moreover, there was a faint layer of

was not an