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.

whole body trembled slightly as tears kept flowing down her eyes. “Why are you doing this? You’re going too far with

why later. Pray that

phone

the ringing, he took out his phone and glanced at the caller ID. He immediately answered the call and said, “Hey,

hell with ‘dear’! Your wife is in

you done to my wife?! You must

a few days since they returned and Wynn had been kidnapped again. Who could it

out of the house quickly. No matter who did it, he had to rush over to save

to his inheritance of the Clarke family that some people behind

forces outside the country were responsible

seems you’re quite sentimental. Worried about your wife, huh? Let’s listen to some

the phone toward Martin and the others who were being beaten. Seeing Old Cain’s action, the

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