บททั้งหมดของ The First Heir: บทที่ 2291 - บทที่ 2300

Martin, Bernard, and the others had been cursing inwardly for quite a while. Originally, when they received news that Wynn was back, they wanted to come over to check out the situation. At the same time, they wanted to use their identities as elders to exert some pressure on Wynn. After all, Martin’s pharmaceutical group was also doing quite well and was now on par with Beacon Group. Moreover, Martin had received instructions from the boss behind him to make things difficult for Wynn. In addition, he still held a grudge against Beacon Group and wanted to find ways to acquire it. However, he unexpectedly ran into this crappy situation of the enemy seeking revenge. “Find a rope and tie this beautiful chick to the chair,” Old Cain said carefreely. One of his subordinates came over with a chair. Old Cain put Wynn on the chair, and the subordinate began to tie Wynn to the chair with ropes. Old Cain snatched Wynn’s phone from her hand, looked at it, and opened the address boo

Old Cain allowed Philip to listen for half a minute before he put the phone back to his ear and said, “Did you hear that? They’re quite happy to curse you.” “Who are you and what do you want?” Philip roared angrily. “I want you to come over and play a game. I’ll give you ten minutes to get to the company’s meeting room. Otherwise, you can just wait and see your wife being played by us. Hahaha, I like your wife very much. She’s a feisty one.” Old Cain ended the call and casually tossed the phone aside. “The ten-minute countdown starts now. You’d better hope that the punk will arrive on time, but the traffic today is quite bad. Maybe he’ll be a few hours late.” Hearing Old Cain’s words, Martin and the others trembled more violently. A group of people with bruised noses and swollen faces shrank together and trembled. They looked like a nest of newly born quails shivering in the cold wind. Wynn lowered her head and said nothing. She hoped that Philip would arrive, but at the sa

Fighting was a physically demanding exercise. Although one often did not feel tired in a state of tension, that was only the mental state. Often, many people would suddenly break down while fighting, simply because their physical strength could not keep up. When their physical energy was severely depleted, even if the spirit was excited, the body would say no. At this moment, Philip was in a state of unrestrained energy consumption, so Old Cain’s subordinates judged that Philip’s physical strength would not last long. A true expert would control their pace and save their physical strength to the greatest extent to prolong the fight. Old Cain naturally understood the subordinates’ meaning, but looking at Philip getting more vigorous the longer he fought, he could not help but feel that perhaps this guy in front of him was not normal. It was all because of the look in Philip’s eyes just now. That gaze made an indescribable feeling well in his heart. “It’s better to be safe th

Crack! The sound of broken bones was heard. Feeling the sharp pain in his chest, Old Cain felt that several of his ribs must have been broken by Philip. The attacks from Old Cain’s two subordinates completely fell short. As Philip pinned Old Cain against the wall and bludgeoned him, the two guy’s eyelids twitched wildly. Was this guy still an ordinary person? Old Cain’s martial art was not practiced in vain. His body was as solid as a man of steel, but he still spat out mouthfuls of blood upon getting beaten up by Philip against the wall. Chills gushed from the soles of their feet straight to their brains. Old Cain’s two subordinates looked at each other and hesitated for a while before deciding to save Old Cain. However, Old Cain had been beaten to a pulp by Philip at this moment and was placed on a chair casually by Philip. “Sit down and watch as I take care of them nice and tidy,” Philip said with a smile. Old Cain’s mouth kept gushing with blood. There was an expre

“Who do you think you are?! You're just a son-in-law of my Johnston family! Philip, don't think that just because you have some status and power, you can ignore us! Let me tell you, I'm not someone you can easily mess with! I admit that in the past, we couldn't fight you! But now, I have a big boss behind me! I’m afraid someone like you isn’t good enough anymore!” Martin roared and vented all his pent-up anger. Refreshing! After roaring out all the grievances he had suffered due to Philip in the past, Martin felt refreshed. Philip laughed lightly. “What? With a big boss supporting you from behind, you aren’t afraid of me anymore? Martin Johnston, I didn't expect you to become arrogant after not seeing you for a month.” Looking at Philip, Liam could not help his anger and roared. “You're still pretending! We've all figured out your identity! You’re just a bankrupt young master from the Clarke family. You invested in Buffer abroad and made some money by investing in stocks. Wha