The First Heir

Back to Philip’s side. Leon had started arguing with the bodyguards and was even prepared to fight. However, at this moment, someone ran down the stairs, bowed, and said with a smile, “Oh my, Young Patriarch Clarke, Villa Master Jefferson, I didn’t expect you to come in person. This is an honor for our villa!”

Leon frowned and looked at Cyril who came running over. He scoffed and said coldly, “Hmph, Cyril Hopper, stop playing tricks. We want to meet Ernest Turner!”

Cyril smiled and said, “Villa Master Jefferson, why are you so angry? Did something happen?”

Was he playing dumb?

Leon could not bear it any longer. He raised his fingers angrily and chided, “Cyril Hopper, are you still playing dumb at this point? Don’t you know what you’ve done?”

Leon was livid!

If Philip had not reminded him not to get angry on their way here, he would have charged into Terrain Vila and destroyed everything!

a smile, Cyril said, “Villa Master Jefferson, forgive me, but I really don’t understand

furious and was about

motioning for him to calm down. He then looked at Cyril indifferently

not delay and immediately turned around to lead the way. Soon, they crossed the stairs and arrived

white marble stood in front of the main hall with a high platform that overlooked the entire landscape below the

must have been

Villa Master Jefferson,

“Side hall?”

became even darker. Ernest Turner was trying to exert his authority

and said, “Thank

hint of ruthlessness flashed in the corner of his eyes. He had wanted to take the opportunity to humiliate Philip and see how the other party would react. However,