The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)
Chapter 471

After the unadorned and heavy door was pushed open, Philip turned around and saw a figure.

The man had a red and golden cane with a dragon's head. He was over 70 years old and was slightly hunchbacked. His eyes were squinted, and there was a slight smile on his face.

He stood at the door like a mountain. Everyone in the hall did not dare to breathe in his presence.

Even if he had restrained his temperament quite well, the reputation and talent in his bones were able to make Philip frown.

Jack Wallis.

The current person in charge of the Wallis family. Giada's father.

This person was extremely conceited and arrogant.

He spent 40 years making the wallises into the biggest family. They were just below the Clarkes.

This person was also super ambitious.

Behind Jack was a middle-aged man who looked about 40 to 50 years old. His hair was grey, and he was wearing a pair of black glasses. He held a briefcase in his hand and had a black suit on with a tie. He kept nodding his head, but it was nothing peculiar. However, all of them in the room knew that the person must be someone extraordinary if Jack was keeping him around.

That man was also looking at Philip in an oddly calm manner.

However, this calmness felt like a calamity to Philip.

Woosh!

A figure appeared in the hall.

A man who was as tense as a jaguar suddenly appeared next to Philip. No one knew when he came in. He looked like he was ready to kill. He had a handsome face, and his eyes were cold. It was as if he was looking at his prey when he stared at the middle-aged man behind Jack.

Rick Davenport.

He was a child that Roger took in since he was young. He went through all kinds of difficult training so that he could become the sharp knife that protected Philip.

This sharp knife could only belong to Philip.

Only Philip and Roger knew about Rick's existence.

He was a sharp knife that could defeat any enemies.

Seven years ago, Philip had asked him to go overseas. He only came back recently.

This short period of time felt like a century.

The aura of death in the room was so thick that it was going to explode.

Giada looked at the back of the man in front of Philip. She recognized him immediately. The last time Philip came here, that was the assassin he brought!

"Steven."

Jack said in a deep voice. He sounded dissatisfied.

The middle-aged man behind him bowed immediately and toned down the aura of death around him.

"Yes, Old Master."

The middle-aged man said respectfully. His tone and attitude were filled with respect and fear.

Philip lifted his eyebrow and looked at Rick. Then, the latter also toned down his aura and stood to one side. He leaned against the ornamented pillar and fiddled with his dagger. His eyes never once left the middle-aged man.

Philip and Tim did not dare to waste any second as Jack strode into the hall. His cane clicked against the tiles loudly.

Why was this old man here all of a sudden?

"Father."

Giada walked over and helped Jack over to the sofa.

Philip and Tim looked at each other before the latter guffawed loudly. He said, "Haha, I didn't think I'd get to see the current person in charge of the wallises."

After he said that, Tim sat down. He was not scared at all.

The Clarkes were never afraid of strangers.

There was nothing in this world that the Clarkes were scared of.

The wallises were not enough to cause fear.

Jack Wallis was also not enough to cause fear.

This was Tim's confidence and arrogance.

Jack squinted his eyes and laughed. He said, "Tim, even your brother has to call me Father if he's here today."

Tim's expression froze. There was coldness in his eyes as he said, "Jack Wallis, using your seniority to pressure me won't work here. I, Tim Clarke, will only believe and trust the power in my hands. I can't stand people like you. You are halfway through the gates of hell and you still want to spew bullsh*t with your seniority."

Giada's face was icy. She said coldly, "Tim, he's my father and your brother's father-in-law. Don't you think it's beneath the Clarkes' dignity to talk to him this way?"

Giada was not happy with Tim's attitude toward her father. In her opinion, no one was allowed to disrespect her father this way.

Even if the other party was Tim Clarke.

"Giada, I addressed you as my sister-in-law back then because I was polite. Now, you're nothing to me, do you understand?" Tim took a drag of his pipe and smirked. His mustache was filled with provocation.

Woosh, woosh!

In a flash, more than ten fighters in black suits appeared from all corners of the hall. They surrounded the area in a blink of an eye. Everyone was holding a gun, and their faces were serious. There was an aura of death in the air as they waited for the madam's order.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the room became abnormally tense and somber.

Behind the crowd, Giada's personal assistant walked out and stood in front of her. She bowed and said deferentially, "Madam, he disrespected the old master! We should kill him!" Giada's eyes went wide. She glared at the personal assistant angrily and slapped her heavily across the face. She yelled, "Who asked you to come in? Get out now!"

Woosh!

Everyone exited the room once again.