The First Heir

“I’m going to get your husband to come over. If he arrives within ten minutes, nothing will happen. If he’s one minute late, I’ll randomly pick one person here and break their finger.”

Hearing Old Cain’s words, Martin and the others turned pale as they panicked.

“Mister, we have a grudge against Philip too. You can’t do this to us. We can help you scold Philip and beat him up. Please let us go.” Liam was so frightened that he wailed and howled.

Martin trembled and said, “Let’s discuss this without resorting to violence, okay? We can pay up. Don’t put Philip’s fault on us. That guy has nothing to do with us.”

“We have nothing to do with Philip and Wynn. Just let us go. We’ll pretend that we know nothing about this. We definitely won’t say anything after we leave. We won’t tell anyone,” Bernard added.

A bunch of spineless company executives and employees also expressed their desire to distance themselves from Philip and Wynn.

Old Cain laughed darkly, waved his hand, and said, “I like it when people are indignant. I’ll beat them up until they yield and make those sounds my background music.”

Like a tiger approaching a flock of sheep, a bunch of thugs ptuiched and kicked Martin and the others until they howled and cried miserably.

down her eyes. “Why are you doing this? You’re going too

later. Pray that your

found Philip’s phone number

out his phone and glanced at the caller ID. He immediately

hell with ‘dear’! Your wife

my wife?! You must not hurt her. Come at me if there’s anything!”

few days since they returned

house quickly. No matter who did

be due to his inheritance of the Clarke family that some people behind

hostile forces outside the

your wife, huh? Let’s listen to some background music

were being beaten. Seeing Old Cain’s action, the thugs started beating the hostages with all their

hurts! Damn you, Philip Clarke! You’re the bastard causing us to get beaten up. Get the f*ck over