Not long after Philip left, he told Master Bell’s people to stay on guard at the hospital. About 20 minutes later, a charming figure appeared in Hannah’s ward, her fragrance filling the space. The graceful woman, dressed in a fiery red trench coat that was paired with a black shirt underneath, stepped on her high heels and walked toward Hannah’s hospital bed. She sat down. Her fiery red lips whispered, “Is it worth it?” Hannah smiled faintly and said, “You don't understand. He’s my brother, after all. Besides, only in this way can I take the initiative.” The woman nodded and asked, “Do you need me to send someone over?” “It’s okay, Sister Margot. I can be alone. If there are too many people, it’ll only rouse my brother’s suspicions.” Hannah shook her head and said. Margot Pearson smiled alluringly and said, “The boss asked me to pass you a message. If it doesn't work out, retreat in time and don’t get embroiled in it.” A pair of dimples appeared on Hannah’s face as sh
Lydia Jensen was very displeased. She kept thinking that her great-grandfather was old and confused. Would it not be shameful for the Jensen family to bring such a guy there? Besides, many foreign guests were attending tonight, and most of them were members of the World Martial Arts Association. In name, this event was held for networking and discussions, but in reality, it was a joint operation by those rude foreigners to suppress the domestic martial arts circles. They wanted to take this opportunity to suppress national martial arts so that they could have more competition rights and status in the next election for the director of the World Martial Arts Association! Therefore, several domestic martial arts families were very concerned about this martial arts exchange meeting and had made a lot of preparations for it. However, Great-grandpa actually wanted to bring a man who looked very ordinary to participate. Lydia could not understand this. Was he really Young Master
“Young Master Clarke, please come this way.” Without delay, Jacob invited Philip to get into the car outside. Philip thought for a while, took out his mobile phone, and sent a text message to Wynn. He told her that he had something to do and would be back later. Next, he arranged for Master Bell’s people to keep watch near the hotel before he left without worries and followed Jacob into the car. Soon, they came to a martial arts hall, the Dragon Gate. The entire hall was built in a typical martial arts dojo architecture, with red lanterns hung high and dragons engraved on the doors. This martial arts hall was the largest in Uppercreek. At the moment, many luxury cars were parked in the parking lot in front of the entrance. Moreover, the people coming in and out of the hall were not ordinary characters. They were all members of the World Martial Arts Association. They were also followed by martial arts practitioners who had been carefully selected to participate in the m
There was a strong battle spirit in Philip’s eyes. This reminded him of the two years he experienced in the brigade. The few lives that were lost were because of Fusha and some unknown power behind them! Hatred! Intense hatred! At this moment, Lydia overheard Philip mumbling to himself. His eyes were blazing with radiance, and his body was radiating with power! However, she could not help but feel that he was bragging. This year, Fusha’s martial arts forces were well prepared. In the national martial arts circle, several national martial arts families and national martial arts associations were all unable to do anything. With just one word from him, could he suppress Fusha’s power and influence? Soon after entering the venue, Jacob settled Philip down before he rushed over to speak to several national martial arts families. Philip could not intervene in such matters. After all, he knew very little about them. Jacob had told Lydia to accompany Philip. In the ma
Philip raised his eyebrows, glanced at him, and frowned slightly. He said coldly, “Why should I give way?” Torres was startled. He looked at this ordinary man and sneered, “Who the hell are you? How dare you talk to me this way? Do you know who I am? Get out of the way and stop annoying me!” This guy was a bit conceited. Torres Hane was only 19 years old, a little kid in front of Philip. However, Torres acted all high and mighty and did not put ordinary people like Philip in his eyes at all. Who was he? A member of the Hane family in Capital City! Who dared to provoke him? That would be courting death! Lydia was unhappy. She got up, pushed Torres, and said coldly, “Torres Hane, what are you doing?” “What am I doing? You keep looking at this guy. I’m not happy about it.” Torres was a very straightforward person. “Is an old man worth watching for so long? Or do you know each other?” Lydia glared at him coldly and said, “Stop guessing. I just met him. Besides, what
“Torres Hane! Stop following me!” Lydia was very angry as she glared at Torres who was following behind her. “Lydia, I know that I was wrong, so please forgive me. I’ll apologize, okay?” Torres said. He glanced at Philip who was being pulled by Lydia. First, he separated them in disgust. Then, he said indifferently with a dark face, “Hey, I'm sorry.” Philip smiled. He did not wish to cause trouble. He could see that these people were the second-generation members of those rich and respectable families, so he said calmly, “It’s okay. Can I go now?” “You can go now.” Torres said coldly and then turned to look at Lydia as if to please her. He said with a grin, “Lydia, it’s fine now, right?” Lydia glared at him and said nothing. Philip turned around and left, but Torres’ disdainful voice came from behind. “Such bad luck!” This made Philip frown. He had not even done anything but was scolded several times for nothing. He stopped and looked up at the sky, his thoughts wer
Lydia scowled and said firmly, “Yes, if you dare to lay a finger on him, you’ll get it from me!” Torres gritted his teeth bitterly, waved a fist in the air, and roared, “F*ck!” Several other rich second-generations also began to speak up for Torres. “Lydia, what are you doing? Aren’t you aware of how Torres treats you? Why are you hurting him over a scumbag like that?” Luisa Schoen, with her tall figure and slender legs, was wearing revealing clothes. She was staring at Philip uncomfortably at this moment. “Yeah, Lydia, why are you acting this way? Is he a friend of yours?” A boy looked at Philip in disgust. “Yes, he’s my friend. I forbid you to say that about him!” Lydia was about to blow her temper, and she was not afraid to lash out at these few friends of hers. “Let’s go!” After speaking, Lydia pulled Philip to get away from here. Seeing Lydia pulling the old man away, they shook their heads helplessly before comforting Torres. “Torres, don’t be too sad. Lyd
Shawn glared at him and said, “Nonsense. That’s Mr. Clarke. What shabby? Don’t you dare let Mr. Clarke hear that!” Huh? Torres gulped nervously and glanced at the others. “No wonder he said that just now. Holy sh*t, that man is crazy. He’s so rich and powerful yet he dresses so shabbily. Does he do that on purpose?” Luisa complained, and Shawn happened to overhear that. He frowned, and when he looked at the reactions of these people, he knew that something might be wrong. “Torres, tell me honestly, did you offend Mr. Clarke?” Shawn asked with a cold face. His nephew had an arrogant temper and spoke directly, so he easily offended others. If he had offended Mr. Clarke, the Hane family would be in trouble! “Uncle, I’m sorry, I didn’t know who he was. I… He…” Torres panicked. It was not that he had never heard Mr. Clarke’s name being mentioned by his uncle, but he always thought that Mr. Clarke was a middle-aged man. Who would have thought that it was the guy from just n