The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 707

Philip had never heard of such an illogical request. Smack! He raised his hand, slapped her, and scolded sternly, “Martha Yates, have you forgotten your promise? Are you up to your tricks again?” The slap was so loud and clear that Martha was immediately stunned. She was originally angry, but now, she had come back to her senses. However, she was still dissatisfied and cursed adamantly, “Philip, why’d you hit me? I’m your mother-in-law!

I just fired someone, so what? I don’t like Anne Foster! If she’s here, then I’ll go!” With that said, Martha covered her face and sat angrily on the sofa.

You must get a divorce!” Martha threw the pillow angrily, glared at Charles, and cursed, “Charles, what are you standing there for? Didn’t you see that your son-in-law hit me? Are you still a man? Hit him back!” Charles was also in a dilemma and kept signaling to Martha with his eyes. “Don’t say anymore. We won’t change the nanny in this case. Why are you making such a fuss?” As

drive me away?!” Martha ignored Charles’ persuasion and shoved the latter’s arm away. Philip was headed upstairs, but he turned around and stared at Martha with a faint chill in his eyes. He said, “Because I bought this villa!” At those words, Martha was speechless and could only stare as Philip walked upstairs. “That’s enough, don’t say anymore. Let’s try to get Anne back tomorrow. If Philip really gets angry, neither of us can handle him,” Charles tugged at Martha and said. Martha cursed, “You go if you want to, but I’m not going! What is he showing off for? He just has a few dollars in his pocket. He still looks as trashy as ever! Don’t think I don’t

angry Martha sat in the living room and sulked for a long time. The next day, after Philip returned from the hospital, he saw Martha sitting in the living room. “Where’s Anne?” he asked casually. “I don’t know,” Martha replied coldly as she continued to watch TV and munched

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you can pack your bags and leave First Palace after one hour!” After that, Philip sat on the sofa and watched the time. How could a shrew like Martha tolerate Philip’s repeated dominance over her? Therefore, she exploded in fury! “Philip Clarke, how dare you? Are you fighting with me over an