The First Heir

As a result, Vivi raised her hand and slapped Paul on his left cheek while cursing, “Is someone like you worthy of bringing me on a tour?”

Paul was startled by this slap. He was instantly furious. With a wicked expression on his face, he pointed at Vivi and roared, “You b*tch, how dare you slap me?! You don’t have to think of entering the country now. All of you will be barred from entering the country!”

Paul got angry and flipped out.

The middle-aged woman on the side also hurriedly pulled her son and looked at the slap mark on his left cheek. She turned and scolded Vivi, “Tramp, how dare you hit my precious son? I won’t let you off. I’ll scratch you to death!”

With that said, the middle-aged woman was about to get started.

However…

Smack, smack!

Vivi viciously slapped the middle-aged woman on both cheeks.

also startled by the two slaps. After that, she roared

a call, and said coldly, “I’m at the airport. Send someone

the call, Vivi acted as if nothing happened. She stood next to Philip with her

Philip and Vivi and cursed. The angry Paul took out his phone, dialed

Bang!

the outside. At once, five or six tall and burly foreigners in jackets walked

entered, one could feel the tension and oppression

frowned as he looked at the five burly foreigners who barged in and pulled Vivi

his hands in his jacket as he

to that man, constantly pointing at Philip and the others while looking very angry. Then, that man swaggered up to Philip. He was half a head taller than Philip, and his figure

scar on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were very fierce, which exuded a biting air of having killed before. He first glanced at Vivi, who stood behind Philip.

spoke with a foreign

that she hid behind Philip. Philip