The First Heir

Chapter 27

Henry had just come out of the airport with a medical team formed by a group of stern and meticulous doctors as they followed behind him. If this scene was noticed by someone who knew the industry, they would definitely be shocked! The infamous medical team from Turner’s Hospital! They were not number one, but the only one!

“Henry Turner?” Philip let out a cold laugh as his gaze fell on Jeffrey. “You should ask your nephew if he would let me meet you.”

Nephew? Could it be Jeffrey?

Henry seemed to have realized in an instant and quickly answered respectfully, “Mr. Clarke, there must be some sort of misunderstanding going on. Please pass the phone to Jeffrey, I’ll talk to him.”

Philip mildly raised an eyebrow but tossed the phone to Jeffrey who was sitting on the sofa. “Your uncle’s looking for you.”

Uncle? Jeffrey burst into anger and slammed a hand onto the table. “Bullsh*t! Why would my uncle call you?”

As Jeffrey bellowed, suddenly a furious reproach sounded from the phone that was shining a white light on the sofa. “Jeffrey Scott! What are you saying? Do you mean that even I can’t hold you down now?”

Un… Uncle! It’s really Uncle’s voice! Jeffrey instantly started trembling all over in shock. Cold sweat was pouring as he quickly held the phone up. “Hello, Uncle, why are you…” He was really dumbstruck. Waves of chill seeped out of his skin from his bones. He could not believe that his uncle would actually give this boy toy a call.

Before he could finish, Henry had interrupted him furiously on the other end. “Jeffrey Scott, I don’t care how you have offended Mr. Clarke, but apologize to him this instant! Or else, you’ll be in serious

trouble!”

That ice-cold tone and his words of command made it hard for Jeffrey to breathe. His uncle was furious!

“Uncle, you… why would you call this stupid brat?” Jeffrey still could not believe this as he attempted one last time.

“Hmph!” Henry, who was hastily rushing out of the airport with his medical team, entered their prearranged Audi A8 L. “What do you mean stupid brat? He’s Mr. Clarke! How dare you be so disrespectful! Kneel and beg for Mr. Clarke’s forgiveness this instant or I’ll disown you!” Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Jeffrey gave up completely. His uncle was really mad with anger! How had things turned out like this? He lifted his head. The sweat on his forehead drenched his wound and the piercing pain instantly sobered him up.

He ran over quickly to humble himself and said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Clarke, I was being ignorant, I deserved to be punished! I apologize for my rashness earlier. Please forgive me!”

Jeffrey Scott, who had been acting all high and mighty earlier, was now fearfully apologizing. This made everyone freeze in shock! Was this man not Professor Turner’s nephew? A figure from Golden City? Was he not almighty? Why would he apologize? That call earlier seemed to have been from his uncle, Professor Turner. A call to the boy toy? Oh gosh! Just who was this Philip Clarke? For the medical magnate, Henry Turner, to call him personally and make his nephew fear him so.

Especially for Drogo, to see his backer that he had been relying on apologize so fearfully to a young man made him anxious! It made him frightened! Drogo’s heart trembled as sweat started pouring down like a waterfall. Just who had he provoked?

Theo and Anna had already broken free and were now standing beside Philip, glaring at Drogo with dark eyes. “Drogo, I’ve already told you that Mr. Clarke is not someone you can afford to provoke!”

Thud! Without an ounce of hesitation, Drogo immediately fell to his knees in front of everyone!

One of the top five more formidable men in the underground world just kneeled so easily before Philip. He crawled over to Philip’s toes and hit his forehead to the floor to beg for mercy. “M… Mr. Clarke, I know my faults now, please forgive me! I was blind to have offended Mr. Clarke, I deserve punishment!” As he cried out, Drogo started slapping himself. The crisp sound of his slaps resonated throughout the whole room.

Philip watched coldly. “Anna, take Wynn away.”

“Understood.” Anna led two men away as they took Wynn out of the room.

In an instant, Drogo’s men were all squatting down on the floor as they hugged their heads, shivering. This was because the first thing that Theo did after getting up was to order the people outside the room. Within moments, around fifty men had rushed into Celestial Club and this place was completely surrounded. On the outside, a group of over ten hitmen in black suits could be seen blocking off the club.

Inside the room, Philip sat on the sofa as he looked indifferently at Jeffrey who was bowing low and Drogo who was kneeling on the floor with his forehead bleeding from prostrating.

“Get over there!”

Thud! Gavin was kicked over to the front of the sofa by Theo from behind the bead curtains.