Bob scoffed nonchalantly. “Philip, you’re just a worthless piece of trash. Can you even brag about something like that?” Philip clenched his fists tightly, his dark eyes scrutinizing the four bodyguards in the house along with the men surrounding the area. It would not be easy. Although he had learned a few moves from Reed, his two fists would be insufficient for so many people. He had to wrap things up quickly. “Bob Yates, I think the number of people you brought won’t suffice,” Philip jeered. The sneer on Bob’s face remained. Although he did not know where Philip had gotten the courage to say such things to him, he had brought many people just to capture him. How could the tables turn? Could a useless wimp like him create a miracle? At this time, Martha stepped forward, pointed at Philip’s nose, and shouted, “Philip, you’re to be held responsible for your own mess! The Johnston family has nothing to do with this!” Martha was scared and eager to cut off all ties with
“Philip, what have you done?!” Martha shrieked. By now, Philip had already eliminated another four bodyguards. Wynn stared at Philip in a daze, realizing once again that he had terrifying fighting skills! The men outside wanted to rush in. However, when they saw Philip standing next to Bob, choking the latter’s neck, they dared not risk it. Bob’s face was bloody, and his breathing was rapid. His hands were trembling as he gave Philip a vicious side-glare and said, “You… you dare lay hands on me! I’ll… I’ll kill you!” Up until now, Bob was still unaware of his situation. Martha was huddled in a corner. She could only watch helplessly as Philip choked her father’s neck. She yelled agitatedly, “Philip, let go at once! If anything happens to my father, I won’t let you off!” How dare the good-for-nothing do this? Nevertheless, Philip only threw a glance at Martha and said, “Martha Yates, he’s your father, not mine. He dared to hit Wynn, he has to pay the price!” With one
Bob sneered reflexively when he heard Philip’s words. Was he joking? Ten minutes and the Yates family will go bankrupt? “Philip, do you know the value of the assets the Yates have? Two billion!” Bob laughed coldly, his eyes full of contempt for Philip. “Do you really think you can make the Yates family go bankrupt with just one phone call? You’re too naïve.” Bob shook his head and suddenly felt that all his worries had been for nothing. Philip was just a little good at fighting. How could he really have the means to make someone go bankrupt just like that? Was he becoming senile? He was actually scared by that wretch. However. Philip smiled placidly and said, “Since you don’t believe me, let’s do it this way. We’ll start with Samson Yates. He’s Eric’s father, so he has failed in his responsibilities as a father to teach Eric well.” After saying that, Philip called George Thomas again. “The plan has changed. I want the Yates’’ properties to go bankrupt one by one,
His opponent was too formidable! He or she was driving him to his grave! Samson could not understand how he had provoked such an opponent. Nevertheless, he did not have the time to think about it. Samson quickly took out his phone and called his father. At the moment, only his father could save him. Very soon, Bob, who was still in the Old Johnston Manor, received a call from Samson. Bob’s ringtone was like an evil melody. Bob stared at his phone on the table for a long time, afraid to answer it. It had been less than ten minutes since Philip declared that he would make the Seafare Trading Company that belonged to Samson go bankrupt. Could it be… Impossible! “Old Master, you should pick up the call. Samson must be calling you for help,” Philip said as he sipped his tea calmly. Bob was dubious but answered the call anyway. Almost immediately, Samson’s crying voice was from the other end of the phone, “Dad, you must save me this time. My company has gone bankrupt. T
A loud, booming voice was heard from the other end of the line, containing a trace of melancholiness. “Bob, what has happened for you to call me this late at night? This is very unlike you.” Desmond Fargo was currently at home in his study room, looking at the following day’s work minutes. He was wearing reading glasses, and his hair was white at his temples. He carried the aura of someone who had been in an official position for a long time. His actions and demeanor were both stoic and resolute. Bob Yates was a good friend of his for many years. In the past, both of them were often seen hand-in-hand, achieving numerous accomplishments in the system together. Even though Bob had retired early, he still had a strong influence. That was especially true when it came to many students. Bob flicked a glance at the nonchalant Philip and said, “Desmond, my son Samson is facing some problems in his company. The tax officers got to him and said there are problems with his books. Plea
Bob quickly regained his senses and picked up his phone. He had another way out; the angel investor! As long as the angel investor continued to invest in the Yates, there was still a chance for him to make a comeback! Mr. Clarke. That was right, Mr. Clarke! That angel investor had mentioned it before that his actions were on the account of Mr. Clarke. Bob could not wait to find this mysterious and wealthy Mr. Clarke. However, at this moment. Philip glanced at his phone placidly and asked with a grin, “Old Master, are you trying to approach the foreign businessman that invested one billion in your family last time to come and save you?” Bob was startled. His gaze swept across Philip and saw a trace of victory in the latter’s eyes. Could it be, that Mr. Clarke was… No, impossible! Bob shook his head repeatedly and screamed in utter aversion, “It can’t be you! Impossible! You’re nothing but a worthless piece of trash, the useless son-in-law of the Johnston family!” H
Philip ignored Martha and turned his attention to the men standing outside the house. “Do you still want to lay your hands on me?” Those people exchanged silent looks. When they saw Bob kneeling on the ground, they stepped back without a fuss. Philip then left the Old Johnston Manor with Wynn. Before that, Wynn had noticed the situation in the house and asked Philip, “Philip, what did you do to Grandpa? Why is he kneeling on the ground?” Wynn was shocked! The scene was simply unbelievable! Bob was the Old Master of the Yates family! He was her grandfather, a stubborn old fogey! However, at that moment, he was kneeling on the ground, and tears could be seen streaming down his cheeks! Philip… what exactly did he say to the Old Master? Philip looked at Wynn and said, “I’ll tell you next time. Now, I’ll bring you to the hospital to treat the injuries on your face. If a scar is left, you won’t be beautiful anymore.” Wynn’s words got stuck in her throat. Looking at one
“Are you relieved now?” Philip hugged Wynn’s shoulders and asked.Wynn nodded and wiped her tears.She had waited for this day for such a long time.At the same time, in the Old Johnston Manor, Martha was hysterically kicking up a big fuss.The Yates were bankrupt, and Martha had lost the support of her maiden family. What would happen to her status in this family in the future?How would she face her neighbors whenever she went out in the future?Especially when this matter was splattered all over the news.Early this morning, she received a few text messages from her friends. Their words were all full of gloating and sarcasm.“These mean b*tches, they must have been waiting for this day! Sending phony messages to comfort me… They’re just shedding crocodile tears!”Martha almost went crazy with rage. She tried to phone Bob, Peter, and Samson, but the calls went unanswered.After thinking about it, she sat on the sofa and called Paula.“Paula, what should we do? Our family h