The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Bob scoffed nonchalantly. “Philip, you’re just a worthless piece of trash.

Can you even brag about something like that?” Philip clenched his fists tightly, his dark eyes scrutinizing the four bodyguards in the house along with the men surrounding the area. It would not be easy. Although he had learned a few moves from Reed, his two fists would be insufficient for so many people. He had to wrap things up quickly. “Bob Yates, I think the number of people you brought won’t suffice,” Philip jeered. The sneer on Bob’s face remained. Although he did not know where Philip had gotten the courage to say such things to him, he had brought many people just to capture him. How could the tables turn? Could a useless wimp like him create a miracle? At this time, Martha stepped forward, pointed at Philip’s nose, and shouted, “Philip, you’re to be held responsible for your own mess!

ties with Philip. The old man was angry, and the consequences were unimaginable. However, what Martha did not expect was for the repercussions to become even more serious

serious than the entire sky falling! “Philip, be a man and take responsibility for your own actions. You can break your own arms first and then come with me to kneel in front of Eric to beg for his forgiveness. If he’s willing to let you off, then I’ll let you go. However, you won’t show yourself in Riverdale ever again, and

in front of Philip, glaring at Bob as she spoke.

father’s words, she became even more flustered. She did not wish for her daughter to be hampered by a rotten person like

Clarke, I don’t care what you’re thinking. From now on, you’re no longer the son-in-law of the Johnston family. My daughter will divorce you!” Martha shouted at Philip desperately. “Shut up!” Philip said angrily as he stared at Martha with daggers in his eyes. He was fed up with Martha’s unprovoked accusations. He had tolerated such a mother-in-law for three years. Martha was caught by surprise, especially when she came into contact with Philip’s murderous gaze. Hence, with her heart pounding rapidly, she said weakly, “Very well, Philip, you dare shout at me now! I don’t have a son-in-law like you! Dad, take this trash away now!” After scolding Philip, Martha took a few steps backward in fear that Philip would rush at her and beat her. She had witnessed it earlier. When Philip came in, he