The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Immediately, the intimate sounds of a man and a woman could be heard in the video. The woman was especially loud and dramatic. Derrick was shocked when he saw the video. What followed was raging anger! He could see that the woman in the video was none other than Yasmin Lewis, his lover for a year! Furthermore, she looked like she enjoyed it very much.

More so than when she was in bed with him! Yasmin was also dumbstruck!

She looked at the video with ever-increasing incredulity. "That's not me, darling. That's definitely not me. It's a fake video! It's edited!" She shook her head and tried to argue. Yasmin was very flustered and afraid! Slap!

and you sleep with another man behind my back?" Utter humiliation! Derrick Hall was played a cuckold. Furthermore, the entire company now knew about it. Yasmin was panicking. She covered her face, though that did not stop tears from flowing down her cheeks. "Listen to me, darling, I swear that I didn't do that. The video must be fake! Fake!" After that, she turned around and roared madly at Philip. "You've framed me, Philip Clarke. I'll kill you!" She tried to grab Philip's phone. Philip shoved Yasmin away and said coldly, "You should know yourself whether the video is real. I believe Chairman Hall knows very well either." Needless to say, Derrick knew. He lifted his hand and slapped Yasmin again. "We're over, Yasmin Lewis. You are also fired. Get out of my sight now!" Yasmin was not going to leave just like that. Derrick was her cash cow that she did not want to let go of. Without another word, Yasmin kneeled on the floor and begged for forgiveness. "I won't do it anymore, darling. I won't do it anymore. That day… that day, I

not care whether beating women was wrong. He lifted his foot and stamped it at her chest while pointing outside the door. "Get lost now! Get lost!" He roared. What a shameful scene. He had outed himself as a cuckold in front of all the workers of

up a vase, and smashed it at Wynn. That happened too quickly! Philip pounced forward, lifted his arm, and blocked the attack. The vase shattered into pieces on Philip's wrist. A big gash appeared on the back of Philip's hand. Blood flowed freely from it. It looked very

without looking at Derrick. In the small clinic on the street. Wynn accompanied Philip to dress his wound. "How is it, does it hurt?" She said concernedly. "I'm fine, it's just a small wound. How about you though, are you still angry?" Philip said with a grin. Wynn's brows were fraught with worry. Her face was still slightly swollen. She recalled the scene earlier. Philip had arrived like divine intervention to save her. Her heart was still throbbing hard. She had