Semua Bab The First Heir: Bab 2071 - Bab 2080

The tellers and security personnel around the door could not help but sneer when they heard the contents of Philip’s phone conversation. They looked at each other and mocked, “Wow, this kid is really good at acting!” “He even gave Mr. George Thomas a call. That’s the butler of the Clarke family. Mr. Thomas is responsible for our neighborhood. He’s really good at selecting people.” “Why didn’t he call Patriarch Clarke instead? That would be awesome!” The security officer next to the manager said, “Manager, don’t waste time with this kid. I say call the police and notify the Clarke family. He’s obviously a servant who ran away from the Clarke family. Now that we have so many people here, he can’t escape anyway. What do you think?” “Manager?” The security officer asked repeatedly but found the manager motionless. His face was grim. George was the person in charge of this area, and he had George’s number. Just now, he clearly saw that the number that Philip dialed. It was non

“M-Mrs. Clarke, please spare my life!” the manager shouted hysterically. Philip glanced at him and yelled, “Shut the hell up!” “Yes!” At Philip’s shout, the manager immediately kept quiet. Philip said to Wynn, “Wynnie, if you don't want to stay here, go outside. Old George will be at the door soon. His bodyguards are there, so don't worry. No one will dare to bully you anymore.” “Okay.” Wynn nodded pitifully and said, “Aren't you coming out? I want you with me.” Philip stroked Wynn’s head and said, “I still have to get back at them for you. Go to the door and watch with Old George and the others.” “Okay.” Wynn agreed and left. At this time, no one dared to stop her anymore! The arrogant and domineering security personnel and tellers just now were huddled at one side in fear, respectfully giving way to Wynn. At the entrance of the international bank, George and his bodyguards had arrived. When George saw Wynn, he disregarded his fatigue from walking and hurried

The manager slumped on the floor, looked at the mountain of cash that was piled up next to him, and gulped. Holy sh*t! One billion! How long would it take to finish depositing all this money in the ATM? Philip glanced at the manager and said coldly, “Why are you still not moving? Is the amount too little?” With that said, Philip took out his exclusive Clarke family Gold Island Card. “Look, do you recognize this? The money in this card is more than what’s in that card.” Looking at Philip’s Gold Island Card, the manager shuddered all over! The Gold Island Card in Philip’s hand was a seven-star! His status in the Clarke family was second only to the family heads of the main and branch families! Terrifying! A great terror swept through that manager's entire body. Who the hell did he mess with exactly? He quickly replied, “Of course, it’s not too little. I’ll carry out your instructions right away!” After that, the manager said to the tellers on both sides, “What

Philip felt a headache coming on and decided to ignore 17. There was something wrong with this girl's way of thinking! After almost two hours of travel, the armed helicopter carrying Philip and 17 finally stopped on the tarmac of a luxurious mountain resort somewhere in the Glenford hinterland. This was the residence of the Clarke family’s patriarch in Glenford. The mountain villa occupied the top of the entire mountain peak, which was flattened and reconstructed. However, it was still a structure that was surrounded by mountains and rivers. From a high altitude, the luxurious and vast white mountain villa looked just like a little white crane in a green forest. Armed personnel in green and black combat uniforms were patrolling the mountain resort at the moment. In the surrounding mountains and forests, many armed combatants with combat equipment lay in ambush! Within a radius of tens of miles, the sky and the ground were within a defensive strike. Any suspicious move

Philip said helplessly, “Can’t you even hold a teapot now?” With that said, he snatched the teacup from Roger's hand, poured a cup of tea, and stuffed it into Roger's hand. Roger looked at this scene and said with a smile, “I'd rather never hold this teapot forever.” Philip rolled his eyes at him and asked sullenly, “Who caused the wounds on your body? The Nonagon, the Alliance, or the Gentleman Court? If you can’t take this lying down, tell me and I’ll take revenge for you.” Roger laughed and looked at Fulton, who was standing on one side. He said, “Look, my son still knows how to care for me.” Fulton tilted his head slightly and said nothing. Philip also looked at the two of them and said a little anxiously, “You don't want to tell me who did this?” Roger shook his head and said, “It's not time yet. You're not their opponent. This time, it's enough that you’ve returned to the island safely.” Philip got angry. He stood up abruptly, put his hands in his trouser pockets,