The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 246

“Philip, what have you done?!” Martha shrieked. By now, Philip had already eliminated another four bodyguards. Wynn stared at Philip in a daze, realizing once again that he had terrifying fighting skills! The men outside wanted to rush in. However, when they saw Philip standing next to Bob, choking the latter’s neck, they dared not risk it. Bob’s face was bloody, and his breathing was rapid. His hands were trembling as he gave Philip a vicious side-glare and said, “You… you dare lay hands on me! I’ll… I’ll kill you!” Up until now, Bob was still unaware of his situation. Martha was huddled in a corner. She could only watch helplessly as Philip choked her father’s neck. She yelled agitatedly, “Philip, let go at once! If anything happens to my father, I won’t let you off!” How dare the good-for-nothing do this? Nevertheless, Philip only threw a glance at Martha and said, “Martha Yates, he’s your father, not mine. He dared to hit Wynn, he has to pay the price!” With one sentence, Philip made everyone feel as though they had plunged into an icy abyss. Martha never thought that Philip, who had always been useless, would portray such an imposing demeanor. It was the head of the Yates family. Wynn took some time to come back to her senses.

She quickly said, “Philip, let him go. He’s my grandfather!” That was right; he was her grandfather after all. Wynn could not bear to watch Philip choke him like that. Philip raised his eyebrows, looked at Wynn, and asked her in all seriousness, “Wynnie, he ordered his men to beat you up indiscriminately and even threatened you and Mila. Are you sure you want me to let him go?” Wynn was now in a dilemma. After a long while, she finally said,

chokehold. Bob’s entire face was flushed red. When Philip let go of him, he opened his mouth and drew big gulps of air. At that moment, Bob truly felt the threat of death. For many years, he had not suffered the taste of defeat. However, that day, he had almost died in the hands of Philip, the wastrel. “Wynn, take Mom and Dad out. I want to have a good chat with Old Master Yates.” Philip said solemnly; his eyes had traces of deterrence within them. “Okay.” Wynn did not know what to do, but she could only trust Philip for now.

head was still buzzing. Hence, after brief consideration, he waved his hand angrily and motioned to his men to withdraw.

was afraid that Philip might lose his temper and do something irrational. “Okay, I promise.” Philip chuckled. Very soon, only Philip and Bob were left. Sitting on the single-person sofa, Philip said without beating around the bush, “Old Master, what

indifferently, took out his phone, dialed a number, and said to Bob, “Then, do you want to witness the Yates family’s collapse in ten minutes?” Ba-thump! Bob’s heart sank. He suddenly felt a sense of crisis as he looked at Philip’s nonchalant smile. He felt extremely unsettled. What was happening? How could he feel such pressure from a wastrel? Impossible! After a moment of silence, Bob said slowly, “Philip, I came here out of a fit today. Maybe Eric really did something wrong. Let me go home and have a good talk with him. Why don’t we just leave it as it is today?” Bob backed down. Indeed, he felt unprecedented pressure from Philip.