The First Heir (First Heir)

chapter 27

Henry had just exited the airport with a medical team formed by a group of resolute and meticulous doctors as they followed behind him. If this scene was noticed by someone who knew the industry, they would definitely be shocked! Famous medical team from Turner Hospital! They are not number one, but the only one!

"Henry Turner?" Philip laughed coldly as his gaze turned to Jeffrey. "You should ask your niece if she'll let me see you."

Male nephew? Could it be Jeffrey?

Henry seemed to have realized in an instant and quickly replied respectfully, "Master Clarke, there must be some sort of misunderstanding going on. Please pass the phone to Jeffrey, I'll talk to him."

Philip gently raised an eyebrow but threw the phone at Jeffrey who was sitting on the sofa. "Your uncle is looking for you."

Uncle? Jeffrey exploded into a rage and slammed his hands into the table. "Omong empty! Why did my uncle call you?"

As Jeffrey shouted, a sudden angry reproach came from the phone that shone a white light on the sofa. "Jeffrey Scott! What the hell are you saying? You mean I can't even hold you now?"

Un... Uncle! That really is Uncle's voice! Jeffrey immediately began to tremble in surprise. Cold sweat poured out as he quickly picked up the phone. "Hello, Uncle, why are you ..." He's really dumbfounded. A cold wave seeped out from his skin from his bones. He could not believe that his uncle would actually call this boy's toy.

Before he could finish, Henry had cut him furiously at the end there. "Jeffrey Scott, I don't care how you've offended Mr Clarke, but apologize to her right now! Or, you'll be in serious trouble!"

The ice-cold tone and command words made it difficult for Jeffrey to breathe. His uncle was furious!

"Uncle, you ... why did you call this stupid boy?" Jeffrey still couldn't believe this as he tried one last time.

"Hmmm!" Henry, who hurriedly rushed out of the airport with his medical team, entered their prearranged Audi A8 L. "What do you mean, stupid boy? He's Mr Clarke! How dare you be disrespectful! Kneel down and beg for Mr Clarke's forgiveness! right now or I'll deny you!"

Jeffrey gave up completely. His uncle was really angry from being angry! How do things get like this? He raised his head. The sweat on his forehead soaked his wound and the piercing pain instantly made him aware.

Jeffrey Scott, who had previously acted so high and mighty, now fearfully apologized. This made everyone freeze in shock! Is this man not Professor Turner's nephew? The figure of the Golden City? Is he not almighty? Why did he apologize? The phone was apparently from his uncle, Professor Turner. Call for a boy's toy? Holy hooch! Who is Philip Clarke? For the medical king, Henry Turner, to call him in person and make his nephew so afraid of him.

Especially for Drogo, seeing his supporters whom he had relied on apologizing to a young man made him anxious! That freaked him out! Drogo's heart trembled as sweat began to pour out like a waterfall. Who is he provoking?

Theo and Anna had already disengaged and were now standing beside Philip, glaring at Drogo with dark eyes. "Drogo, I told you that Mr. Clarke is not someone you can provoke!"

Thump! Without the slightest hesitation, Drogo immediately knelt down in front of everyone!

One of the five most formidable men in the underground world had just kneeled easily in front of Philip. He crawled to Philip's toes and banged his forehead against the floor to beg for mercy. "M... Mr Clarke, I know my mistake now, please forgive me! I blindly offended Mr. Clarke, I deserve to be punished!" As he shouted, Drogo started slapping himself. His crisp slap sound echoed throughout the room.

Philip watched coldly. "Anna, take Wynn away."

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

In an instant, Drogo's men all crouched on the floor while hugging their heads, shivering. This was because the first thing Theo did after waking up was to command the people outside the room. In a few moments, around fifty people had rushed to the Celestial Club and this place was completely surrounded. Outside, a group of more than ten black-clothed hitmen were seen blocking the club.

Inside the room, Philip sat on the sofa while looking at Jeffrey indifferently who was bowing and Drogo who was kneeling on the floor with a bloody forehead in prostration.

"To there!"

Thump! Gavin is kicked to the front of the sofa by Theo from behind a curtain of beads.