The First Heir

Back to Philip’s side. After he returned to the hotel, his face was full of chills. He stood in front of the French windows, dialed a number, and said coldly, “Uncle Tango, I need your help.”

On the other end of the line, a gruff voice rang out. “Young Patriarch, how may I help you?”

“Help me teach some people a lesson. Remember, don’t kill them. Just teach them a lesson and make them lie on the bed for a few months,” Philip said.

“Okay,” the voice on the line said.

After he ended the call, Philip looked at the distance somberly and said, “Ernest Turner, I hope you don’t regret your actions.”

***

Half a day later, Ernest and Cyril were discussing in the hall of the villa. Suddenly, a guard at the door rushed in, knelt on the floor, and said while panting for breath, “Villa Master Turner, something has happened!”

said coldly, “What’s

received the news that someone has challenged the Crawford and Lewitt families. The sons of the two families were severely injured in one move, and they’re unable

“What?!”

Ernest stood up in shock and crushed his chair with one strike. His face was cold, and his eyes

must be

meaning

Jones, Woods, and Hunter families? And several other

shook his head and said, “I don’t know.

a sigh of relief and said quickly, “Quick, notify them immediately and

were challenged by someone. The young masters

Bang!

it! How dare