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.

startled by the

call,

She stood next to Philip with her arms crossed and

furious as they pointed at Philip and Vivi and cursed. The angry Paul took out his phone, dialed a number,

Bang!

and burly foreigners in jackets walked in with cold and arrogant faces. At

could feel the tension

looked at the five burly foreigners who barged in and pulled

jacket as he glanced at the few

looking very angry. Then, that man swaggered up to Philip. He was half a head taller than

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

spoke with a foreign

so frightened by this group of people that she hid behind Philip. Philip moved sideways and blocked the