The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 26

Noticing the troubled look on his face, Philip frowned slightly and asked, “Will this be difficult for you?” Theo walked over to Philip and whispered into his ear, “Mr. Clarke, I don’t think we can lay a hand on Jeffrey Scott.”

who held high authority in foreign politics within their country! For example, the governor of Riverfront Province was also one of Professor Turner’s patients. He was a powerful man that no one dared to provoke. Needless to say, everyone had great respect for this magnate of the medical industry. Whoever provoked this tycoon was like inciting the wrath of a magnitude seven earthquake! After his explanation, cold sweat was scarcely visible on Theo’s forehead. Complicated emotions surged behind his eyes as he looked

a boy toy to speak up so boldly, he must have a death wish! Drogo wore a smirk on his face as he bellowed into the walkie-talkie in his hand, “All of you, get your asses in here and get to work!” Stomp, stomp, stomp! In an instant, a group of muscular tattooed men rushed into the room, confining everyone inside as the whole area became crowded. “Get him! Cripple them all!” Drogo waved and roared. The devilish amusement in his eyes only grew thicker. Theo was shocked. He led his men near and pointed at Drogo. “Drogo Hanks, I’d advise you not to make this mistake. Mr. Clarke is not someone you can afford to provoke!” “F*ck you! Is there anyone in here that I, Jeffrey Scott, can’t afford to provoke?” Above the stairs, Jeffrey bellowed with bloodshot eyes. It was a frightening sight to see his bloodied face paired with his bloodshot eyes. “Get him now! Kill him!” “Mr. Clarke!” Theo knew the situation had gotten dangerous. He locked on to the hitmen with metal baseball bats in their hands as they rushed toward Philip, and in an instant, a brawl

Jeffrey flare up in anger. He pointed at Philip and roared, “Drogo, cripple this brat! Make him kneel to speak to me!” He sat down on the sofa, unyielding, with mockery in his eyes as he smoked a cigar. A servant went over the dress the wound on his head. Drogo held the metal bat in his hand as he closed in on Philip with a cold smile. “Drogo, stop! You can’t lay a hand on Mr. Clarke!” Theo who was pressed onto the