The First Heir

Old Cain allowed Philip to listen for half a minute before he put the phone back to his ear and said, “Did you hear that? They’re quite happy to curse you.”

“Who are you and what do you want?” Philip roared angrily.

“I want you to come over and play a game. I’ll give you ten minutes to get to the company’s meeting room. Otherwise, you can just wait and see your wife being played by us. Hahaha, I like your wife very much. She’s a feisty one.”

Old Cain ended the call and casually tossed the phone aside.

“The ten-minute countdown starts now. You’d better hope that the punk will arrive on time, but the traffic today is quite bad. Maybe he’ll be a few hours late.”

Hearing Old Cain’s words, Martin and the others trembled more violently. A group of people with bruised noses and swollen faces shrank together and trembled. They looked like a nest of newly born quails shivering in the cold wind.

Wynn lowered her head and said nothing. She hoped that Philip would arrive, but at the same time, she hoped he would not. The conflicting emotions made Wynn extremely uncomfortable.

***

braked hard and the car drifted. Before the Bentley came to a complete stop, Philip opened the door and jumped out. He landed steadily and

wrecked company’s entrance, two thugs with baseball

racing skills. Are you Philip

and walked

see you. Come

out. His two

thugs twitched wildly. When they were about to swing the baseball bat in a conditioned reflex, Philip’s fists had

Biff, bang!

by Philip without even making a

at the two thugs who had passed out, Philip walked

of the

thug guarding the door saw Philip arrive and opened the door of the

Cain, that

phone before he said with dissatisfaction,

he kicked the thug at the