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.

***

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

the wrecked company’s entrance, two thugs with baseball bats looked

racing skills. Are

replied icily and

to see you.

out. His two fists hit the two thugs on the left and

the two thugs twitched wildly. When they were about to swing the baseball bat in a conditioned

Biff, bang!

two thugs were knocked unconscious by

Philip walked into

the entrance of the

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

that

taken aback and glanced at the time on his phone before he said with dissatisfaction, “How did this punk get here so quickly? Can’t we get to play a brutal game

kicked the thug at the door, sending him flying into the meeting