The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 430

Had she been kidnapped? The driver threw away his instant noodles and walked over with a baseball bat. The sound of it against the floor triggered Martha’s every nerve. She yelled, “Don’t kill me! I’ll give you money, I’ll give you money!” However, when she saw the person after he got closer, she was completely stunned as if she had been struck by lightning. “You!”

Martha screamed in terror. The driver in a black skintight outfit removed his cap and guffawed malevolently. He said, “Aunt Martha, I trust you’ve been well since we last met. It looks like you still remember me.” “Joel… Joel, did you get the wrong person? I asked you to teach Philip, that useless bum, a lesson. Please let me go. My head hurts. Take me to the hospital now.”

was petrified. Joel was only two steps away from

see that his face was so thin he looked disfigured. His eyes were sunken, and he had dark eye circles. He looked like a ghost. “Shhh.” Joel lifted a finger in front of his cracked lips. He laughed sinisterly,

Joel chuckled coldly. He slapped her without warning, sending a few

know the reason I’m like this is because of you? You’re also the reason the Harrises went bankrupt and the reason my uncle was arrested! “It’s gone! Everything’s gone now! It’s all because of your bullsh*t information, you old hag!” Joel was yelling while being on the brink of insanity. Martha was trembling fiercely from terror. She sobbed and said, “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about? Joel, if it’s Aunt Martha’s fault, Aunt Martha will apologize to you. Please let me go.” “Let you go?” Joel’s eyes went wide as he looked at Martha eerily. He reached out his hand and grabbed Martha’s hair. He said deviously, “Then who’s going to let the Harrises go?” Martha was confused. She did not know what was happening. Joel was too scary. How

on the floor lifelessly. “J-Joel… Please stop. I was wrong… Help…” Martha’s entire body was in excruciating pain. It was as if her body was not hers. It was so painful! She felt like she was about to die. “You don’t want to die? Okay, do something for me and I’ll promise not to kill you.” Joel looked at the badly wounded Martha on the floor with an icy gaze. Martha was like a dog on the brink of death. She got up and knelt on the