The First Heir

The man’s face was being stepped on by Philip and he could not put up a fight. He begged for mercy, “Okay, I’ll listen to you. Please lift your foot.”

Philip raised his foot and looked at the man on the floor who was clutching his stomach, rubbing his face, and howling. He asked coldly, “What’s your name?”

The man was startled and quickly shook his head, saying, “I don’t…”

“What is your name?” Philip repeated.

“David Wall,” the man quickly replied for fear that the killing god in front of him would accidentally trample him to death.

At this moment, David Wall finally saw the man in front of him clearly. This was Young Patriarch Clarke who crashed the Larson family’s wedding banquet this morning. Even the family head could do nothing to him. A small potato like him would be dead for sure.

Thus, with no other choice, David could only listen to Philip and ask, “Young Patriarch Clarke, as long as you don’t kill me, I’ll do whatever you want.”

smiled with a nod and said, “You’re

your awesomeness during the day. You’re

not be bothered with someone like David and

Cynthia came back, the patriarch

Philip frowned, turned to Cynthia, and asked,

a thin nightgown at the moment. She shook

it’s impossible for Miss Cynthia to have noticed us. We’re professionals and are very secretive in our work. Otherwise, Patriarch

“Professionals? How did

said, “You’re too good

the crap. You’re not allowed to say a word about what happened today. If I find

and said, “I understand. I won’t say a word. Please rest