The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)
Chapter 245

Bob scoffed nonchalantly. "Philip, you're just a worthless piece of trash. Can you even brag about something like that?"

Philip clenched his fists tightly, his dark eyes scrutinizing the four bodyguards in the house along with the men surrounding the area.

It would not be easy.

Although he had learned a few moves from Reed, his two fists would be insufficient for so many people.

He had to wrap things up quickly.

"Bob Yates, I think the number of people you brought won't suffice," Philip jeered.

The sneer on Bob's face remained. Although he did not know where Philip had gotten the courage to say such things to him, he had brought many people just to capture him. How could the tables turn? Could a useless wimp like him create a miracle?

At this time, Martha stepped forward, pointed at Philip's nose, and shouted, "Philip, you're to be held responsible for your own mess! The Johnston family has nothing to do with this!"

Martha was scared and eager to cut off all ties with Philip.

The old man was angry, and the consequences were unimaginable.

However, what Martha did not expect was for the repercussions to become even more serious when he was angry!

More serious than the entire sky falling!

"Philip, be a man and take responsibility for your own actions. You can break your own arms first and then come with me to kneel in front of Eric to beg for his forgiveness. If he's willing to let you off, then I'll let you go. However, you won't show yourself in Riverdale ever again, and you will divorce Wynn too." Bob snickered coldly.

In his eyes, Philip was nothing more than a useless wimp.

Wynn's heart trembled violently at Bob's words.

Grandpa was very domineering. He was prepared to deny Philip any chance of survival.

Would someone like Eric let Philip off the hook so easily?

"No, I don't agree! What right do you have to take Philip away? You didn't even ask about what Eric did. He deserved it!"

Wynn got up and stood in front of Philip, glaring at Bob as she spoke.

"Shut up! Another word from you and I'll take care of you too!" Bob was furious. Wynn was constantly testing his limits, and he was very annoyed by that.

Even if she was his granddaughter, Bob did not mind teaching her a small lesson if she persisted.

Martha was terribly scared. Upon hearing her father's words, she became even more flustered.

She did not wish for her daughter to be hampered by a rotten person like Philip.

"Philip Clarke, I don't care what you're thinking. From now on, you're no longer the son-in-law of the Johnston family. My daughter will divorce you!" Martha shouted at Philip desperately. "Shut up!" Philip said angrily as he stared at Martha with daggers in his eyes.

He was fed up with Martha's unprovoked accusations.

He had tolerated such a mother-in-law for three years.

Martha was caught by surprise, especially when she came into contact with Philip's murderous gaze. Hence, with her heart pounding rapidly, she said weakly, "Very well, Philip, you dare shout at me now! I don't have a son-in-law like you! Dad, take this trash away now!”

After scolding Philip, Martha took a few steps backward in fear that Philip would rush at her and beat her.

She had witnessed it earlier. When Philip came in, he beat up the two bodyguards.

The fellow could actually dole out some punches.

Bob sneered at Philip with pity in his eyes. "Did you hear that? You're a single man now. Kneel obediently and break your arms, then come with me to beg for Eric's forgiveness. Maybe then you can keep your pathetic life."

However.

Philip's expression sank. He raised his eyebrows and asked with a faint smile, "Are you sure you want me to kneel in front of you?"

Bob frowned as he felt a sudden surge of dreadfulness and retorted, "Why, do you think you can escape with just two hands? Even if you do manage to, what about your wife and child?"

A chill spread across Philip's eyes. Bob dared to threaten him with Wynn and Mila?

In an instant, Philip took the initiative and stepped forward. It has to be said that the bodyguard beside Bob did not even see when Philip made the first move.

Bam!

One punch!

Philip's punch hit Bob's face and blood was spilled immediately!

Bob staggered backward and slumped limply on the sofa. Blood from his nose was now splattered all over his face as his head buzzed!

At his age, he could no longer withstand such a blow. He was already dizzy from one strike!

The result of Philip's blow took Martha and the rest of the people in the house by surprise.