The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)
Chapter 489

"I thought you were looking for Clarke Group? Well then, I, your husband, am precisely your knight in shining armor. I'll help you deal with any troubles and problems you'll have." Philip smiled, reaching out to brush the tip of Wynn's delicate nose.

Bursting into a puff of laughter, Wynn blinked as she spoke, "You're no longer as transparent as you were to me, Philip. Since when did you learn to do this? It's getting a little scary." Philip rubbed the back of his head. "I picked it up from someone back then at home. That's all, nothing much."

"Is that so?"

Wynn asked as her eyes shone, looking at Philip.

Philip smiled shyly in response.

At the same time, Mitch Potter and his gang of bodyguards arrived at the entrance of the Intercontinental Hotel. Drenched in blood, he was a flustering sight to see!

Gravely injured was the master of the fraternity belonging to the top five underground forces of South River District.

Even Theo Zander had to pay a degree of respect to these guys.

Staring at the main doors of the Intercontinental Hotel as if its very existence offended him, Mitch roared, "Get me more manpower! I'm crashing this place tonight! Especially that piece of crap! I'll skin him myself!"

"Understood, Sir Mitch!"

Hearing Mitch's words, the men around him shared a look and began to gather manpower.

Right then, a multi-purpose vehicle drove up, stopping right before the hotel's entrance. Alighting it was none other than Noah Anderson.

"What happened, Sir Mitch? How did you get injured?"

Noah was shocked! Sir Mitch's entire arm was covered in blood, causing unease to ripple through his chest.

"This dinner you set me up for, Noah. I've been had!"

Mitch roared at Noah who had just rushed over.

"What?"

Noah sucked in a quick breath at the implications of Sir Mitch's words. "Who was it? How could they hurt Sir Mitch? Does he want to die?" "Who else? It's the Philip Clarke you sent me to deal with! F*cking *sshole! I'm going to rip him to shreds tonight!"

Anger bubbled in Mitch's chest, red clouding his vision like a mad dog.

Following that, his men were already done gathering members of the fraternity!

That was 30 to 40 men!

This was Mitch Potter's power as the master of a fraternity!

These were also men he had brought over from the South River District!

Mitch had not dared to bring too many, for this was still Riverdale and it would be unwise to be overly arrogant.

Should they have been in the South River District, however, he would surely have brought along at least 100 men!

Watching from the sidelines, Noah Anderson smiled sinisterly. 'Oh Philip Clarke, you've dug your own grave!'

Right as Mitch gathered the 30 to 40 men to stand at the hotel's entrance, the silhouette of two people walked out the main doors.

Exiting the main entrance, Wynn was met with 30 to 40 men all clad in black with tattoos that spanned over their backs. This was unnecessarily extreme! Following behind her, Philip enquired about the reason behind her momentary stupor, "What's wrong?"

Taking a look, he found himself staring at a group of what appeared to be 30 to 40 men. They were all equipped with weapons of their choice!

At the door was a slightly embarrassed Mitch with his arm simply bandaged. His eyes, though, burned with animosity and anger where it locked on!

The men by his side seemed to share his sentiment, for they looked as if they wanted to swallow them whole!

Behind the gang of people, Noah naturally saw both Philip Clarke and Wynn Johnston.

His lips turned into a sneer. He quickly ran to the front and murmured in Mitch's ear, "Do whatever you want with the man, Sir Mitch, but I do hope that you'll spare the girl. I'll pay you a million afterward, take it as some sort of hospital fees."

Without opening his mouth to answer, Mitch merely spared Noah a side glare before huffing a cold snort of acknowledgment.

After that, he pointed at his bloodied shoulder with an ominous look on his face. "I, Mitch Potter, have spent over ten years in this line of work, but I've never had such atrocity occur to me before! This is straight-up insolence toward my fraternity! You bear no respect for my fraternity! So what if this is Riverdale? Even Theo Zander, the bigshot here, has to pay me some degree of respect! Let alone you, you little sh*t! How dare you hit me? I'd feed Theo to the fish, let alone you, should he have done something like this! Or how would anyone ever respect the fraternity from today onward?"

This was his act of rectification.

He needed to rage war for justice.