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!

smashed the wine glass in his hand

hell dares to take action against a member of the Hale family? Could it be that Troy Crow of Glenford doesn’t

hugging the women around him asked with 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 of our experts and even killed two

at the woman next to him. The woman leaned toward Willis, smiled enticingly, and said, “Master Willis, don’t be angry. Come, have a drink. Master Willow

those two. Since they’re

little interest and said, “I don’t know that kid. He

“Philip Clarke?”

from the glass in his hand, and said, “Okay, Master Willis, leave

slapped me twice in front of many people! I want you to

course. Since he has disrespected the Hale family, I definitely won’t

got up as a fierce chill suddenly erupted from

Master Willow was not an ordinary person from the secular