The First Heir (First Heir)

chapter 26

Seeing the troubled expression on his face, Philip frowned slightly and asked, "Is this difficult for you?"

Theo walked up to Philip and whispered in his ear, "Master Clarke, I don't think we can help Jeffrey Scott." They really can't.

The main reason was Jeffrey's uncle, Henry Turner, was an internationally renowned medical king and was even dubbed the 'Hand of God' in the country. The patients that Professor Turner healed with his hands were the most prominent figures in the world. Just a few words of these numbers were enough to shake up the economy in a location they liked! Among them included some individuals who held high authority in foreign politics in their country! For example, the Governor of Riverfront Province was also one of Professor Turner's patients. He was a strong person that no one dared to provoke.

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

After his explanation, cold sweat was barely visible on Theo's forehead. Complicated emotions surged behind his eyes as he looked at the enraged Drogo and Jeffrey above the stairs. He's starting to get nervous.

However, beyond everyone's expectations, Philip didn't seem to be the least bit bothered. He just looked at Jeffrey coldly and said, "There's no one in this world that I can't touch."

Theo's entire body trembled as flames returned to his eyes!

However, Jeffrey started laughing desperately. His expression darkened as he said, "Okay, okay, you have a great imagination there, boy. But I refuse to believe that there's one person in this small town that I can't, Jeffrey Scott, beat!"

"Drogo Hanks, I want this man paralyzed now! And those two women, tear their clothes off! I'll fuck 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 king who could, by stomping his feet, make the entire Riverfront Province quake! For a boy's toy to speak so boldly, he must have a death wish!

Drogo put a grin on his face as he yelled at the walkie-talkie in his hand, "All of you, get in here and get to work!"

Stomp, stomp, stomp!

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

"Capture her! Take them all down!" Drogo waved and roared. The devilish amusement in his eyes only grew thicker.

Theo surprised. He led his men closer and pointed towards Drogo. "Drogo Hanks, I advise you not to make this mistake. Mr. Clarke is not someone you can provoke!"

"Fuck up! Is there anyone here who I, Jeffrey Scott, can't afford to provoke?" At the top of the stairs, Jeffrey shouted with red eyes. It was a frightening sight to see his bloodied face paired with his red eyes. "Capture him now! Kill her!"

"Mr Clarke!" Theo knew the situation was becoming dangerous. He locked the assassins with metal baseball bats in their hands as they rushed towards Philip, and in an instant, a fight broke out between them!

Drogo's gaze became cold because of this. He narrowed his eyes and personally led his eight men to surround Theo. No matter how ferocious Theo was, two fists were no match for eight pairs of hands. He was easily beaten to the ground.

Drogo boldly stepped on Theo's back and laughed out loud. "Brother Theo, who knew that a day like this would happen? From today on, the entire Riverdale City is mine to govern!"

Theo gritted his teeth and looked at Drogo angrily. "Drogo Hanks, you can deal with me but you definitely can't touch Mr. Clarke. Otherwise, you will regret it for life!"

"F*h! You still dare to threaten me!" Drogo came down hard, his gaze threatening.

The atmosphere in the room was gloomy. Drogo's men have defeated Theo, Anna, and everyone they've brought. Around the room, only Philip was left holding his wife unconscious.

Jeffrey walked down the stairs, step by step. His gaze was sharp as he grinned. "Brat, weren't you so arrogant just now? Here's another bottle of wine, why don't you hit me in the head with it again!"

Philip remained calm. There was no trace of fear in his expression. He gently placed Wynn on the sofa then sighed. "Jeffrey Scott, Drogo Hanks, you two should never have provoked me."

Hearing this made Jeffrey churn in anger. He pointed at Philip and roared, "Drogo, knock this brat off! Get him on his knees to talk to me!" He sat on the sofa, unyielding, with ridicule in his eyes as he smoked a cigar. A waiter went to a dress wound on his head.

Drogo held a metal bat in his hand as he approached Philip with a cold smile.

"Drogo, stop! You can't touch Mr Clarke!" Theo who was pressed to the ground shouted. If something happened to the young master in this place, he, Theo Zander, would cut his own throat to make up for his helplessness.

Drogo simply grinned and raised the baseball bat, aiming at Philip's knee as the latter stood upright.

Suddenly, an ominous ringtone echoed in the room, confusing everyone.

Drogo glanced at Jeffrey. Jeffrey felt generous and said coldly, "Let him answer."

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

"Mrs. Clarke, how are you? I'm Henry Turner. I've reached Riverdale City with my medical team and wondered if it would be convenient for us to meet you." On the other end of the phone, Henry Turner's tone was respectful and his demeanor humble.