The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Martha glared at the brawny man. As Philip reached out for the phone, the frightened Martha mustered the strength from nowhere. She got

up and rushed over to grab the phone.

However, Philip just kicked her and knocked her to the ground once again.

Then, in the entire yard, the recording of Martha's initial contact with the man sounded. Each one of her words was chilling to the bone.

Philip was already shaking with anger while holding the phone in his hand. With red eyes, he stared at Martha who was already at a loss on

the ground. He said angrily, “I’ve already warned you a long time ago that if you dare to lay a finger on Wynn and Mila, I’ll never let you off!

Today, you’ve completely crossed my bottom line!”

When Martha heard this, she knew Philip was really angry.

She knelt and climbed over to Philip in fear, hugging his leg while begging for mercy. “Philip, I was wrong. I’m your mother-in-law, after all. I

was really wrong. I won’t dare to do it anymore. Please let me go. I’ll move out of the villa right away, okay?”

Philip stared at Martha from above and shook his head as he said coldly, “This is no longer a question of right or wrong. You even made use

of your daughter. Are you still a mother, a human?”

“I… I'm not a human. I’m wrong. I’m not a human!”

With that, Martha started slapping herself.

The sound of her slaps was heard.

In the entire yard, dozens of bodyguards in black suits stood on the side, watching quietly while waiting for Philip's order.

Philip looked up to the sky, closed his eyes, and said softly, “Theo, break her arms and throw her in front of the hospital.”

“Yes, Mr. Clarke,” Theo replied respectfully.

Martha was shocked when she heard this.

Break… Break her arms?!

Holy sh*t, that was horrifying!

“Philip, I was wrong. Don’t break my arms. I admit I was wrong. I won’t dare to do this anymore!”

Martha immediately hugged Philip's thigh before he could turn away and pleaded bitterly.

However, it was to no avail.

Philip had made up his mind.

If he could not kill Martha, then he would break her arms to stop her from doing more evil.

This was Philip's greatest forbearance.

“I hope you know what to do in the future,” Philip turned around and said coldly without any emotion.

Then, he stepped out of the yard.

Behind him, a few bodyguards in black suits directly surrounded Martha despite her screams and struggles.

The sound of cracking bones was heard!

The hysterical screams of Martha echoed throughout the yard as well as her spiteful curses. “Philip Clarke, you son of a b*tch! I’ll never let

you off!”

Philip was outside in the yard, leaning against the car while smoking a cigarette.

Theo walked out, nodded to Philip, and said, “Mr. Clarke, it’s done.”

After speaking, two bodyguards in black suits carried a blood-splattered Martha with drooping arms and walked out of the gate of the yard.

“Send her to the hospital.”

Philip glanced at her indifferently before ignoring her completely.

Back at the hospital, Philip saw Wynn who was already awake.

Wynn had obviously been crying. When she saw Philip, she hugged him and said, “I’m sorry. I didn't expect my mother to be like this.”

Philip patted Wynn on the back and comforted her. “Okay, it's all over. She has already received the punishment she deserves.”

It was also at this time that Theo suddenly barged in. Seeing Philip and Wynn hugging each other, he quickly turned around to leave.

“Talk. What’s up?”

Philip let go of Wynn, helped her to the bed, and said to Theo behind him without turning his head.

“Mr. Clarke, someone outside wants to see you,” Theo said.

Philip asked suspiciously, “See me? Who?”

Theo said, “He said his last name is Wallis and his name is Miguel.”

Miguel Wallis?!

The most beloved youngest member of the Wallis family and also Giada’s nephew.

However, he was an arrogant, domineering, and insolent boy.

In the past, Philip had taught him a lesson or two. As such, the two bore grudges.

Why did he suddenly appear in Riverdale at this time?

Philip frowned. He was just about to turn around and go out when a figure barged in.

It was accompanied by a burst of very disgusting laughter.

“Haha, Philip Clarke, it’s been a long time since I saw you. Are you surprised to see me?”

Miguel Wallis wore a well-fitting white suit that looked expensive. A luxury watch worth millions adorned the wrist of this man who had a

handsome appearance and a well-proportioned figure.

This was the appearance of a celebrity on TV.

He was followed by four bodyguards in black suits with serious expressions, all of them death warriors of the Wallis family.

Miguel carried with him an air of frivolous nobility.

Everything on his body added up to more than a million.

As soon as he entered the door, Philip felt that this guy was definitely up to something.

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The arrogance oozing from all over his body was no different from before.

“A little surprised, but not very,” Philip looked at Miguel who was already sitting on the sofa and said

lightly.

This Miguel was really impolite. He totally did not treat the people in the ward as outsiders.

Miguel sat down and dangled his leg as an arrogant and domineering aura flowed off him naturally.

He glanced at Wynn on the hospital bed and suddenly grinned. “You must be Wynn Johnston. Hello.”

As he said that, he raised his hand as a greeting.

It was a little disrespectful.

However, this was Miguel Wallis. There was no such word as respect in his vocabulary.

If there was, it was the respect that others had to show him.

Wynn was puzzled. She looked at Philip suspiciously and asked, “This is?”

Just as Philip was about to explain, Miguel stood up, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and said

triumphantly, “Let me introduce myself. My name is Miguel Wallis. To be more precise, I’m Giada’s

nephew.”

Giada’s nephew?

Wynn was stunned. Her eyes fell on Miguel as she looked at him carefully.

This guy was really arrogant and brash.

Wynn did not like him and a feeling of disgust came out of nowhere.

However, she could not show it openly, so she could only smile faintly and nod her head in response.

Miguel did not care either. He turned to Philip and said with an amused expression, “Philip, you don’t

look too well. It seems that your wife still doesn't know who you are. Should I explain your identity to

her?”

When he said this, Miguel's eyes were full of triumph. The sneer at the corners of his mouth also

reeked of oppression.

Philip raised his brows, stared at Miguel coldly, and said in a low voice, “What exactly are you up to?”

Miguel shrugged and said, “Nothing much. I'm just bored and want to find something to do.”

“Hey, Sister-in-law, has Philip told you that he’s a member of the Clarke family?”

Miguel looked at a dazed Wynn with a grin before continuing, “Do you know the Clarke family? You

haven’t been to the in-laws’ house until now, right?”

“What do you mean?” Wynn asked with a frown.

Miguel glanced at a pale-faced Philip and said with a smile, “Actually, Philip isn’t an ordinary person.

He is—”

Before he finished speaking, Philip took a step forward and grabbed Miguel by the collar. With frosty

eyes, he growled. “Miguel Wallis, don’t play with fire!”

This scene happened so quickly that the four bodyguards behind Miguel sprang into a defensive

formation with their hands behind their backs!

At the same time, Theo’s people also rushed in and confronted the bodyguards.

Miguel raised his hands and said disdainfully, “Okay, okay, I won’t say anymore. But do you think you

can keep it a secret forever?”

Philip shoved Miguel aside violently and said, “Get lost!”

Miguel knew he was at the losing end. He straightened his tie and collar before sneering, “Philip, we’ll

meet again. By that time, I hope you can still stand and talk to me.”

After that, Miguel laughed as he led his men out of the hospital.

At the door, Miguel got into the red Aston Martin sports car, beckoned to the man standing by the door,

and said, “Go, get some people and make trouble for Beacon.”

The subordinate bent down respectfully and said, “Yes, Young Master.”

Miguel glanced at the hospital entrance and sneered conspiratorially.

Philip Clarke… He had failed to beat this man in the past. Now that Philip had left the Clarke family,

would he still lose out?

What was so great about the Clarke family on Arcadia Island?

Here, in the ward, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Wynn sat on the hospital bed, looking at Philip who was across from her. She asked after a long while,

“What did he mean just now? Philip, are you hiding something from me?”

Wynn frowned.

She was not stupid. She had gone through many things recently and everything seemed to be related

to Philip’s identity.

From the good-for-nothing son-in-law of the Johnston family, Philip gradually became different. He was

richer and more powerful now.

Wynn accepted the changes slowly.

However, looking back at it now, there seemed to be a big secret hidden within.

This secret was exactly what Philip had been keeping from her.

Philip’s face was a little gloomy. He glanced at Wynn, brought a chair, and sat down

After thinking for a while, Philip said, “Do you really want to know?”

Wynn nodded.

Philip said, “If telling you and having more people find out will cause endless trouble, would you still like

to know?”

Philip also wanted to tell Wynn about his true identity, but he dared not take it lightly.

This was because there were still many things that he had not arranged for yet and many things he had

not found out.

Including the Wallis family, his mother’s Larson family, the people behind Giada, his mother’s accident,

Hannah’s disappearance, and so on.

Among them, the most important thing was his father and Arcadia Island.

Everyone was ready to wipe out the Clarke family in one fell swoop.

Behind all these, there was a hidden schemer.

Wynn fell silent. She did not know how to continue asking.

Looking at Philip’s face, she came to her own judgment and said, “If there’s a real danger, I’d rather not

know. I’m willing to wait until the day you can tell me.”

After that, Wynn held Philip's hand tightly as if to comfort and encourage him.

Philip also smiled gently and reached out to touch Wynn's head.

After sitting for a while longer, Philip left.

He still needed to make arrangements for Martha. After all, both her arms were broken, so he had to

deal with her hospitalization and other miscellaneous stuff.

Soon after Philip left and Wynn had settled down in bed, several uninvited guests arrived in the ward.

To be precise, it was an elderly man sitting in a wheelchair. He was pushed by a personal guard.

He exuded a feeling of being very old and almost at the end of his life.

However, he also gave people a feeling of an extremely powerful, dormant aura of majesty.

This intensity was incomparable.

His legs were covered with a thin blanket. Standing behind him were eight bodyguards wearing black

suits and holding black folding umbrellas. None of them were ordinary people because the look in their

eyes was different.

It was full of indifference and contempt!

Also, an arrogance that could not be violated!

Compared to the bodyguards around Miguel before, they were kings who could withstand an army of a

thousand!

Moreover, every single one of them had a golden crest on their collar—a short dagger!

Wynn also noticed the movement behind her and sat up sideways. She was slightly surprised when

she suddenly saw these people in the ward.

However, she still asked with a polite smile, “Hello, you are?”

Wynn was very curious. Why was there suddenly an old man sitting in a wheelchair in her ward?

Looking at the people around him, they looked like private guards. Furthermore, the dormant aura

around everyone was unfathomable.

Even if it was hidden well and deep, Wynn was still keenly aware of it.

The old man in the wheelchair, even though he was very old, was still as steady as a mountain. His

eyes revealed the vicissitudes of the world amid the chaos.

Although he was an old man at the brink of his life, the majestic aura he exuded was the first of its kind

Wynn had encountered in her life!

It was too strong.

It was like a dormant dragon.

Moreover, he and Philip had the same aura.

The old man took out a silk handkerchief and gently wiped the corners of his mouth. His elderly eyes

were gentle while the corners of his mouth were smiling and looked very kind, making Wynn feel very

warm.

“Ahem, Philip has made the right choice indeed.”

The old man smiled as he mumbled to himself. Then, with a benevolent smile of an elder, he looked at

Wynn and said, “I’m Philip’s father.”

Philip’s father?

Roger Clarke!

In an instant, Wynn was stunned and looked at the old man in front of her with incredulous eyes.

“Father-in-law.”

After a brief hesitation, Wynn tried to stand up to pay her respects.

This was the first time she met Philip’s father, her father-in-law. Naturally, she had to show her respect.

Moreover, she had never heard anything about her father-in-law from Philip before. It seemed that

Philip had deliberately avoided discussing matters about his father.

Seeing Wynn’s actions, Roger raised his hand gently and said, “No need, you’re still pregnant. I’m just

here to see you. Where’s Mila?”

“Mila is at home. I’ll ask someone to bring her here right away.”

Wynn quickly dialed Anne’s number, said a few brief words, then sat aside respectfully.

Meeting with her father-in-law for the first time, Wynn seemed very self-conscious.

She had no idea why the aura from her father-in-law was so oppressive.

Even though Roger deliberately suppressed it, his majestic aura from the inside out still made Wynn a little frightened.

Roger sat there sternly while the guards behind him kept a close watch on all the entrances and exits.

“Daughter-in-law, have you ever wanted to go home and have a look?” With his handkerchief in his hand, Roger asked in a low voice.

He tried to maintain a kind smile. The more he looked at Wynn in front of him, the more he liked her.

Philip had found a good wife.

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Wynn rubbed her hands and said with a nod, “I’ve thought about it, but Philip said it’s not time yet.”

Roger nodded and said wistfully, “Don’t blame Philip. He has his own plans. The current situation at home is a bit complicated. This time, I

came out just to see you and your child. If you need my help, just say the word. I wasn’t present when you and Philip got married. When Mila

was born, I wasn’t there either. I’m not a competent father or a competent grandfather. I hope you don’t blame me. Ahem…”

After saying this, Roger coughed violently. It was as if every sentence he said took a lot of effort.

A tall middle-aged man with a strong face stood behind him, his features sharply defined. There was a sense of vicissitudes in his eyes.

He frowned slightly, bent over, and whispered in Roger’s ear, “Old Master, speak less. Your body…”

Roger waved his hand and said with a smile, “It’s not a problem. It’s rare to see Philip’s wife. She’s the daughter-in-law of the Clarke family.

It's okay to say a few more words.”

Wynn was also very nervous. Seeing her father-in-law like this, he seemed to be in poor health.

Roger looked at Wynn amiably and nodded, feeling joyful.

Ten minutes later, Anne came into the ward with Mila in her arms.

Little Mila skipped in, looking very cute with two ponytails like a porcelain doll. She pounced on Wynn and said sweetly, “Mom, I’m here to

see you.”

Wynn hugged Mila and rubbed her little head.

The lively Mila attracted everyone's attention from the moment she entered the ward.

Roger and the guards in the ward all looked at Mila kindly, their eyes filled with joy and excitement.

Was this his granddaughter?

Roger was very excited as he laughed and said, “Is this my precious granddaughter?”

So similar!

She was indeed a bloodline of the Clarke family.

Several shadow guards on the side also looked at Mila with doting eyes.

It was difficult to imagine that these people who dealt with life and death situations every day would show such affectionate gazes.

It was like a flash of light in eternal darkness.

They understood that this was the young lady, the existence they needed to protect with their lives.

Even the middle-aged man behind Roger had a kind smile upon his lips.

He was the spiritual pillar and only leader of the entire Shadow Squadron who reported directly under Roger Clarke.

Mila turned, her ponytails flipping about as she curiously looked at Roger who was sitting on the wheelchair. She asked in a crisp tone,

“Mom, who is this?”

Wynn bent down and said gently to Mila, “Mila, this is your father’s father, your grandfather.”

Hearing that, Mila’s big black jewel-like eyes suddenly brightened as she stared at Roger closely.

“Go, give Grandpa a hug,” Wynn said with a smile.

Mila was a little scared. After all, it was her first time seeing her grandfather.

She took tiny steps toward Roger, stretched out her tender little arms, and grabbed Roger’s big hand. Then, she raised her little head,

revealing tiny dimples as she shouted sweetly, “Grandpa!”

“Hey,” Roger responded, his eyes full of doting and kindness.

His heart melted at that greeting.

Picking Mila up and putting her on his lap, Roger’s eyes became a little misty.

His granddaughter, the granddaughter of the Clarke family.

“You’re the little princess of the Clarke family, do you know?”

Roger hugged Mila affectionately.

Mila shook her head and said, “No, I'm Mom and Dad’s little princess, and also Grandpa’s little princess.”

Haha.

There was a hearty laugh.

The originally serious ward was full of laughter at this moment.

After that, several guards started playing games with Mila.

These guys were rough and capable fighters, oblivious to taking care of children.

However, they allowed Mila to command them as they role-played as Snow White and the seven dwarfs.

When the guards were commanded to pretend to be Snow White and make a cute expression, the ward was full of delight.

The other guys from the Shadow Squadron could not help laughing when they watched their boss dancing ballet and acting cute.

He was the legend of the Shadow Squadron, a god of war!

If those people in the outside world found out that one of the Eight Great War Gods of the Shadow Squadron accompanied a little girl to play

house, it would definitely cause a great uproar within the external forces!

These people, wherever they went, were definitely the existence of a mammoth!

Roger and Wynn watched as these people fooled around. The former turned to Wynn and said, “I haven’t given you anything yet, so I’ll give

this to you.”

With that said, Roger took out something from his pocket—a palm-sized token of pure gold.

The front was carved with obscure and deep lines with the picture of a dragon soaring into the sky. On the back, there were two words

engraved in an ancient script—Clarke Seal.

At first glance, this item was not ordinary. It looked very valuable and majestic.

If Giada was here, she would recognize it immediately and go crazy!

The token of Roger Clarke—the Dragon Seal!

This token was extraordinary!