The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 192

‘Wait for my signal. I don’t like the Yates.’ Philip replied to the message in secret and put away his phone. George was over at the chairman’s office in Apex Group. After he got the message, he lifted his eyebrow and asked his secretary to announce this. As long as Philip opened his mouth, he would make sure to bankrupt the Yates. These blind fools must have crossed the young master. “Philip, what are you doing?” Wynn noticed Philip had been playing with his phone the entire time, which is why she asked curiously.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Professor Turner told me he’ll arrange Mila’s surgery for next Wednesday,” Philip replied. “Really?” Wynn was excited. She grabbed onto Philip’s hand emotionally. Mila was her everything. Which mother would want to see their own child suffer? “Yeah.” Philip patted the back of Wynn’s hand lovingly. “Hey, did you hear that the Oasis development project in the south of Riverdale was developed by the richest man in Riverdale, George Thomas? Ted’s making all of us proud by taking that project!” “Right? I heard that the boss behind this project is a world-class nouveau riche. He’s f*cking loaded!” “Ted’s future is going to be so bright.

It’s obvious that Bob wants to train him as the heir of the third generation.

of the family because of this matter. Everyone started pointing fingers at her. Today, these people were digging out the past again. They were stabbing her in the heart with knives. Philip’s face fell as he squeezed Wynn’s hand. Then, he got up and walked over to the middle-aged women who were gossiping. He carried a chair over and sat down. He chuckled and said, “Aunties, do you know what kind of people will die the most horrible deaths?” When the middle-aged women saw Philip sitting at their table, they felt a little guilty. However, they were not scared. They rolled their eyes and shook their heads. Then, they raised their eyebrows and looked at him in contempt. They had already seen everything just now. Philip was just a good-for-nothing. “You’re just a piece of trash. What right do you have to sit here and talk to us?” One of the women snorted. Smash! Philip took a wine bottle and smashed it on the ground before yelling angrily, “Do you not f*cking know what's good for you?! If not for the fact that you’re my seniors, would you believe that I’ll slap each and every one of you? “You can put anything in your mouth but don’t you dare spout rubbish. Watch your mouths. If not, don’t blame me for not going easy on you! Nosy b*tches!” Philip’s face was cold, but flames were burning in his eyes. All of the middle-aged women

rolled her eyes at Philip and said, “Why did you go against them? They know nothing.” Philip

They need to be taught a lesson. You’re Philip Clarke’s wife. I’ll rip out the mouths of whoever dares

saying that, despite it not being something pleasant to hear. Jess was sitting on the other side. She glanced over at Philip. It seemed that this man adored his wife very much. He was not that bad. Back to the main hall. At this moment, everyone was talking about the Oasis

the same time, a middle-aged man ran into the main hall from the outer courtyard. His face was excited and frantic.

He was responsible for all the external affairs of the