The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 82

Crazy! Philip must have gone mad! Was he allowed to enter that place? Did he not see the parking lot filled with BMW motorcycles? What was he planning to do? Wynn quickly hurried behind Philip, worried that he would do something stupid. Philip, on the other hand, was filled with annoyance.

He strode toward the parking lot and pushed away one of the motorcyclists standing beside his bike. Then, he snatched the helmet away from his hands.

Everyone naturally turned their gazes toward him. With a helmet in one hand, Philip stretched out both arms as a conceited sneer spread across his face. He gestured to the parking lot full of BMW motorcycles and roared at Wynn who was running toward him and Juan who was standing in the corner, “Wynn, let me tell you this. All the BMW motorcycles in this very parking lot belong to me, Philip Clarke! I bought them all!” His voice was as loud as rolling thunder as it echoed in the parking lot. “And this, the Arc de Triumph Hotel, is mine! I just spent 20 billion to buy it! “Haven’t you always thought of me as a good-for-nothing piece of trash? One who only knows how to deliver food? Let me tell you this, then. I spent 10 million to buy over Gopher Delivery Services just half a month ago! Gopher Delivery Services belongs to me, Philip Clarke!” Clearly aggravated, Philip bellowed. Juan frowned as a look flashed in his eyes. Wynn, however, was utterly stunned. A moment later, she recovered and rushed toward Philip, giving him a loud, stinging slap on his face. “Philip Clarke, are you finished!

the hell do you want? Are you happy now that you have embarrassed yourself in front of so many people!” Wynn was really furious! How could this happen? How did Philip turn out this way? “Stop fooling around and go back now! Go away!” Wynn had burst into tears as she shoved Philip away with all her

him fiercely while cursing at him. Philip’s breathing

around to watch them as if they were watching a show. They were all pointing and talking about Philip. “Look, that man’s crazy. He must be hallucinating!” “I have never seen anything like this. Does he have any shame at all?” “If I was in his shoes, I would certainly dig myself a hole and hide there forever.” The crowd stared at Philip and Wynn with an odd, complex

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quickly pressed to the ground by the opponent as he was concerned about Wynn. Philip buried his head in his hands and arched his back involuntarily, allowing himself to be hit by the punches and kicks thrown his way. Wynn had been pushed out of the chaos, but after seeing Philip getting beaten up, she rushed forward as she cried out, “Stop it! Please stop it!” It was total chaos. Among the gang of hooligans, there was one particular person whose mouth stuck out. He had a chin like an