The First Heir

Chapter 26

Noticing the troubled look on his face, Philip frowned slightly and asked, “Will this be difficult for you?”

Theo walked over to Philip and whispered into his ear, “Mr. Clarke, I don’t think we can lay a hand on Jeffrey Scott.” They genuinely could not.

The main reason was that Jeffrey’s uncle, Henry Turner, was an internationally famous medical magnate and was even nicknamed as ‘the Healing Hand of God’ within the country. The patients that Professor Turner had cured with his hands were the most prominent figures worldwide. Just a few words from these figures were enough to shake up the economy in a location of their preference! Among them included a few individuals who held high authority in foreign politics within their country! For example, the governor of Riverfront Province was also one of Professor Turner’s patients. He was a powerful man that no one dared to provoke.

Needless to say, everyone had great respect for this magnate of the medical industry. Whoever provoked this tycoon was like inciting the wrath of a magnitude seven earthquake!

After his explanation, cold sweat was scarcely visible on Theo’s forehead. Complicated emotions surged behind his eyes as he looked at Drogo and the infuriated Jeffrey on top of the stairs. He started to feel nervous.

However, beyond everyone’s expectations, Philip did not seem the least fazed. He only stared coldly at Jeffrey and said, “There isn’t anyone in this world that I can’t touch.”

Theo’s whole body trembled as fire returned to his eye!

Yet, Jeffrey started laughing out of exasperation. His expression darkened as he said, “Okay, okay, you have a great imagination there, brat. But I refuse to believe that there’s a single person in this tiny city that I, Jeffrey Scott, can’t take down!”

“Drogo Hanks, I want this man crippled now! And those two women, tear their clothes off! I will f*ck them silly right in front of him!” There was a dangerous glint in Jeffrey’s eyes as he completely ignored Philip. His uncle was Professor Henry Turner, a medical magnate that could, with a stomp of his feet, make the whole Riverfront Province quake! For a boy toy to speak up so boldly, he must have a death wish!

Drogo wore a smirk on his face as he bellowed into the walkie-talkie in his hand, “All of you, get your asses in here and get to work!”

Stomp, stomp, stomp!

In an instant, a group of muscular tattooed men rushed into the room, confining everyone inside as the whole area became crowded.

“Get him! Cripple them all!” Drogo waved and roared. The devilish amusement in his eyes only grew thicker.

Theo was shocked. He led his men near and pointed at Drogo. “Drogo Hanks, I’d advise you not to make this mistake. Mr. Clarke is not someone you can afford to provoke!”

“F*ck you! Is there anyone in here that I, Jeffrey Scott, can’t afford to provoke?” Above the stairs, Jeffrey bellowed with bloodshot eyes. It was a frightening sight to see his bloodied face paired with his bloodshot eyes. “Get him now! Kill him!”

“Mr. Clarke!” Theo knew the situation had gotten dangerous. He locked on to the hitmen with metal baseball bats in their hands as they rushed toward Philip, and in an instant, a brawl broke out between them!

Theo was suited to his title as the underground king. In just a few moves, he had taken down four of the hitmen!

Drogo’s gaze turned cold at this. He narrowed his eyes and personally led eight of his men over to surround Theo. No matter how fierce Theo was, two fists were no match for eight pairs of arms. He was easily beaten to the ground.

Drogo boldly stepped on Theo’s back and laughed out madly. “Brother Theo, who knew that a day like this would happen? From today on, the whole of Riverdale City is mine to command!”

Theo gritted his teeth and glared furiously at Drogo. “Drogo Hanks, you can deal with me but you definitely can’t lay a finger on Mr. Clarke. Or else, you’ll regret it for life!”

“F*ck! You still have the nerve to threaten me!” Drogo stepped down hard, his gaze was menacing.

The atmosphere in the room was grim. Drogo’s men had overpowered Theo, Anna, and all of the people they brought over. Around the room, only Philip was left holding his fainted wife.

Jeffrey walked down the stairs, step by step. His gaze was fierce as he smirked. “Brat, weren’t you so very pompous earlier? Here’s another bottle of wine, why don’t you hit me in the head with it again!”

Philip remained composed. There was not a trace of fear in his expression. He gently put Wynn down on the sofa then sighed. “Jeffrey Scott, Drogo Hanks, both of you should have never provoked me.”

Hearing this made Jeffrey flare up in anger. He pointed at Philip and roared, “Drogo, cripple this brat! Make him kneel to speak to me!” He sat down on the sofa, unyielding, with mockery in his eyes as he smoked a cigar. A servant went over the dress the wound on his head.

Drogo held the metal bat in his hand as he closed in on Philip with a cold smile.

“Drogo, stop! You can’t lay a hand on Mr. Clarke!” Theo who was pressed onto the ground yelled out. If anything happened to the young master in this place, he, Theo Zander, would have cut his own throat to atone for his powerlessness.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Drogo only flashed a smirk and lifted the baseball bat, aiming at Philip’s knees as the latter stood tall.

All of a sudden, an ominous ringtone resonated in the room, confusing everyone.

Drogo glanced at Jeffrey. Jeffrey was feeling generous and said coldly, “Let him answer it.”

Philip frowned. He glanced at the caller ID, but it was an unknown number. He then answered the call, ignoring everyone present. “Hello, who’s this?”

“Mr. Clarke, how do you do? I am Henry Turner. I’ve already reached Riverdale City with my medical team and was wondering if it would be convenient for us to meet you.” On the other end of the call, Henry Turner’s tone was respectful and his attitude humble.