The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)
Chapter 541

Philip's expression was cold and his fists clenched as he walked toward the guard he had sent flying.

That was the man who had shoved Wynn and caused her to cut her hand open. He even shattered their wedding photo.

He deserved hell!

The guards exchanged a look and stepped forward, trying to stop Philip. One of them said, "Please leave the villa, sir."

Bam!

Philip lashed out his foot abruptly, kicking the man who spoke in the chest. The latter fell quite a few steps back!

"As expected of dirty Wallis dogs. You're stupid enough to bark at me!"

Philip said coolly, his eyes devoid of warmth as he stared at the dozen or so men. There was no hint of fear anywhere in his demeanor. That was how he held himself!

Strong enough to stand his ground against more than ten men on his own!

Anyone who witnessed this would think that he was overestimating himself.

However, those guards could only swallow their protests and keep warning him. "Please leave the villa immediately, or else we'll have to use force!"

"Get lost!"

Philip roared, his eyes flaring with rage!

The guards were stunned by his imposing aura. He was overwhelming!

Was this really the heir to the Clarke fortune?

What a vicious aura he had!

In that sense, he was just like the guards, who had constantly walked the thin line between life and death.

They were all intrigued. How did the young master of a wealthy family build up such a presence?

"Get him!"

The leader barked.

This was the mission the Madam had assigned them. If they could not complete it, there would definitely be a punishment awaiting them.

On the other end, when Martha saw Philip engaging the guards from her hiding spot, she was similarly shocked.

She never knew that her useless son-in-law was actually such a capable fighter.

Did that mean that if he had used his moves on her, he could have easily killed her?

The thought left her trembling in fright.

Thank goodness he was still a spineless wimp. Although he was wealthy, he was still the same man who blindly relied on his wife.

Martha looked down on Philip from the very depths of her heart. Even though Philip was the one who bought the villa, even though she knew his family was wealthy, she still utterly and thoroughly looked down on him.

Her attitude toward him was engraved in her mind, rooted and unchanging.

Pigs would fly before she would treat Philip with any honest affection.

"Come here, Wynn, hurry!"

Martha kept gesturing at her daughter, who was still crouched on the lawn.

Her daughter was such a fool.

Did she not hear what those men said? Philip had lost the family fortune. In other words, he had gone back to being trash!

That damned Philip! He could not keep his affairs in order and ended up causing the Johnstons trouble too.

See? This was obviously that old hag Giada Wallis' evil plan.

That meant Philip had evidently lost in their little war.

Martha gritted her teeth angrily at the thought. She wanted nothing more than to kick Philip to death.

At the same time, Philip had made quick work of the dozen guards.

Of course, he did not escape unscathed either. He had taken a few hits to the face.

Right now, he picked up a golf club and approached the guard who had shattered the wedding photo. Looking down at the man cold, he said, "You shouldn't have done that to her." With those words, Philip swung the golf club down onto the guard's arm viciously!

Just like that, he shattered the man's arm.

Argh!

A bone-chilling scream reverberated throughout First Palace.

Martha shuddered. She had watched Philip break that man's arm with her own eyes.

The punk was so bloodthirsty, geez.

Thank goodness she never treated him too badly before.

Martha was still counting her blessings for that.

"Scram!"

Philip glanced at the bodyguards in black, all splayed out across the grounds. He roared at them, "Go back and tell Giada Wallis that if she sends any more men to cause chaos, I don't mind creating a river of blood all the way back to their mansion!"

The guards jumped up from the ground and hastily ran away from the villa.

Philip tossed the golf club aside and jogged up to Wynn. The sight of her tear-stained face made his heart ache.

"Philip, look. Our wedding photo..."

Wynn was crushed. She held the pieces of their photo against her chest, her clothes stained red.

That was the only picture they had left of their wedding.

All of the others had been ripped to shreds when they nearly got divorced.

"It's alright, Wynnie. We can just get another photo taken. Come on, let me take you to the hospital."

Philip helped Wynn up and was about to leave the villa, but he did not forget to turn around and glare at Martha, warning her, "Don't get any funny ideas, Martha Yates. This house is mine!"

He had the air of a ruler!

Martha watched, dazed, as Philip led Wynn away. Wait, they left in a BMW!

W-When did that punk buy a BMW?!

He even hid it from her!

Damn him!

"Did you see that, Charlie? That punk actually dared to threaten me! This house is his, he says? Hahaha, what a joke! The villa is registered under my name! Who the hell do you think you are?!" Martha shrieked in the direction Philip had left.

Charles shrugged helplessly, picking up the things strewn around.

"Hey, Charlie, when do you think Philip bought that car? He hid it from us, too! What is he afraid of, that I'll take his car?"

Martha was furious. She did not even know that they had a new car, and a BMW to boot!