The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Smack! The moment Shirley spoke, Philip instantly slapped her across the face. Without an ounce of hesitation! Right in front of

Houston, without a hint of fear! Shirley was stunned. She held her cheek, which had a scarlet handprint on it, and she looked at

Philip with widened eyes for a long time before screaming hysterically, “How dare you hit me! Mr. Michaels, he hit me!” Houston

was taken aback by Philip’s ferociousness too. The next second, he erupted in rage! Philip had smacked his woman before his

very eyes! Houston pointed at Philip and howled, “The sheer nerve! How dare you! Don’t you know who she is?!” “I know. She’s

your little honey baby,”

Philip said off-handedly. “You!” Houston was so furious that his face was crimson, and he raised his hand, swinging it at Philip. Of

course, he was no match for Philip. They had barely crossed swords when Philip twisted his arm and pressed him against the

wall! “Let go! I’m the vice-chairman here!

Lay a hand on me and I’ll fire you right now! I’ll tell my dad to pull out of the deal, then both you and your wife will go to prison!”

Houston put up a struggle. Philip said into his ear coolly, “Houston, don’t keep threatening me with your position as vice-

chairman, and definitely stop talking about firing me. I’ve heard you say those things countless times now, but I’m still here.”

Houston’s face contorted, and he roared, “You think you’re all that, don’t you?! Well, I want to see how you explain what you’re

doing to me to Wynn later!” Philip could not stand being threatened, so he pressed down with a bit more force and left Houston

wailing. Shirley and the other two subordinates were so scared they backed away. “Assault, assault! Security!

Guards!” Shirley screamed at the top of her voice, and the entire company hall erupted into chaos. A

few security guards hustled toward them, led by the earlier shift leader, Fabio Lorne. As soon as he

arrived, he saw what looked like Tom beating on Jerry. No, wait, it was Madam Johnston’s useless

husband beating up Mr. Michaels! Fabio was torn. This was exactly a repeat of what happened last

time, and he was stuck in the middle. “Why are you just standing there? Apprehend him!” Houston

yelled at Fabio.

Fabio winced and called up two of the guards, smiling sheepishly at Philip.

“Brother Clarke, could you just let go for now? We can talk things over. If we can’t, I can call Madam

Johnston.” He had no choice. Even if Philip was a useless layabout, he was still the chairwoman’s

husband, so Fabio could not afford to offend him. Houston roared in rage. “What the hell are you here

for? Brother Clarke, my *ss! Capture him! Or I’ll fire all of you!” “Gah, you’re so annoying!” Philip

frowned and used a bit more force, dislocating Houston’s arm. “Argh!” The next second, Houston

screamed in pain, holding his dislocated arm as he ranted, “Catch him, or you’re all fired!” Fabio was

shocked too. He did not expect Philip to be quite so violent.

“Sorry, Brother Clarke.” Fabio knew where things stood now, so he went forth and subdued Philip,

calling him two subordinates to take him to the security office. “Mr. Michaels, should you perhaps go to

the hospital?”

Fabio asked with a nod and a bow. Houston kicked him in the chest, swearing as he led Shirley away.

The woman was looking deathly pale, and before they left, Houston even shouted, “Keep an eye on

him! If I don’t see him when I come back later, you’ll be the ones to pay!” Fabio crawled up from the

ground and adjusted his cap. With a sigh, he made his way to the security office. Inside the office,

Philip was sitting like a lord, with fruits and cigarettes offered before him. The security guards were

treating him like a god. What else could they do? Mr. Lorne had warned them to give Philip the best

treatment they could manage. After all, that was their chairwoman’s husband! Philip did not expect

such special treatment either, casually eating a banana in the office. Just then, someone kicked open

the security office door, and three men rushed into the room. All of them wore security guard uniforms.

“M-Mr. O’Donnell, why are you here?” One of the young security guards who had led Philip here

immediately greeted the newcomers with smiles. “Screw off!” The strongman called O’Donnell was

almost 180cm tall and very well-built. His body alone filled the entire door frame. He stomped toward

Philip, holding an electric baton and glaring at Philip. “Are you Philip Clarke? Were you the one who

beat up Mr. Michaels just now?” Philip continued eating his banana, crossing his legs nonchalantly. Out

of the corner of his eye, he saw the two guards O’Donnell had brought in shove the young guard from

earlier, locking the door behind him. Hah, they were clearly here looking for a fight! “You sure have a

temper. Let’s see how bold you are now!” O’Donnell chuckled coldly. His gaze hardened, and he

stabbed his baton at Philip’s waist! Crackle crackle!

Almost instantly, a large body crashed onto the floor! The other two guards who stood at the door did not realize what was

happening when they saw their leader hitting the ground! As for the man called Philip Clarke, he was holding a baton emanating

blue electric sparks, his foot stepping on O’Donnell’s face. Philip tsk-tsked. “Such low tolerance to electrocution.”

The guards at the door were stunned by what they saw! That was their leader, O’Donnell! He could take three men on by himself,

but here he was, electrocuted and collapsed onto the floor.