The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 287

Like a madman, Philip rushed into the crowd. When he saw Wynn being tied to a wooden post and hanging by her arms, he completely went berserk!

Raging anger overtook Philip as his eyes reddened. He rushed up and kicked the abdomen of the middle-aged woman who was pulling at Wynn’s hair and cursing her wildly. The force of this kick was so heavy that Sandy flew a few meters in the air before falling with a loud thud. Philip released Wynn’s hands from the cuffs. The skin on her pale wrist was rubbed raw and had turned a fiery red. He stared at Wynn lying weakly in his arms. Her face was covered with injuries, and the temperature around him dropped to a freezing point. Aura! It was an aura so intense that everyone swallowed nervously and found it difficult to breathe! At this very moment, the entire square filled with hundreds of people fell into dead silence! Everyone stared at this man who rushed in suddenly and was absolutely astounded by him.

to rush in and bash Philip up. “Phil… Philip… You’re here… Painful, so tired. I…” Wynn whispered weakly. She had wounds on her face and was bleeding from the corners of her mouth. She reached out with trembling hands and tried to touch Philip’s face. “Take me away. I don’t want to stay here anymore. I want to go home… Go home… Mila…” Tears from the corners of Wynn’s eyes rolled down like shattering beads. Argh! He was livid! Philip held Wynn in his arms and roared up to the sky. At this moment, his anger was like an invisible dragon, shaking everyone at the core of their souls! That roar was like thunder on the flat ground, and the sky was suddenly covered with dark and surging clouds! Boom! A muffled thunder rumbled, frightening everyone. It seemed as if God was venting His frustration on Philip’s behalf. “You’re the wife

up. A pair of stony eyes stared at Sandy. Then, he rushed at her. In his eyes, the security guards in front of her posed no threat to him whatsoever. Bang! Thud! Slam! With ease, Philip took care of the few guards who were all kicked and now sprawled on the ground unmoving.

Sandy shielded her face quickly, blood dripping from between her fingers. She could

had ever laid a finger on her for more than 40 years, but she was hit today. In her current status and position, how dare the pathetic guy in front of her lift his hand against her? “F*ck! He’s mad!

heads helplessly, feeling sorry for Philip. With just one punch, this guy ruined his