All Chapters of The First Heir: Chapter 1341 - Chapter 1350

“You did these?” Wynn asked with a heartbroken expression. Vincent Foley, now with a bruised and swollen face, begged desperately, “Madam Johnston, I was wrong. I won’t do this again. I was just confused.” Wynn stopped looking at him, and Philip ordered his men, “Take him out, break his limbs, and throw him out into the streets. Let him fend for himself.” Immediately after, Vincent’s frantic cries were heard as he got dragged out! Wynn felt a little distraught and wanted to plead for mercy, but Philip said, “Your kind-heartedness is an opportunity for them to harm you, understand?” Wynn bit her red lip and nodded. Soon, everyone left Burton Manor. On the way back, Wynn asked tentatively, “Phil, can you tell me who you are now? What is the Clarke family? What's up with those people today?” Philip pressed Wynn’s tender little hand and said after a moment of silence, “Soon. I’ll bring you back after I finish taking care of the matter in Uppercreek this time.” “Really?” W

Back to Wynn. She and Lydia were in a bedroom having a girl’s talk. “Sister Wynn, let me ask you something. If I like a man but this man has someone he likes and it will always stay that way, should I give up?” Lydia asked, blinking her big soulful eyes. Wynn sat on the bed, rubbed her stomach, and asked, “How much do you like that man?” “I can die for him,” Lydia quickly replied. Wynn thought for a moment and said, “Liking someone is up to the individual. If you really like him, find the opportunity to express your feelings. If the other party still refuses, I’d give the other party my blessing and leave. Because if you really like someone, you won’t cause trouble to the other party.” “What about love?” Lydia asked again. Wynn raised her head, looked at the window, and a pretty smile appeared on her mouth. She said, “Love is a matter between two people. Only when you love each other can it be called love.” Lydia pouted with her hands propped on her chin, asking, “Isn’t l

In front of the surveillance screens, seven or eight middle-aged men and women in black suits were looking at the screens seriously. Among them, the middle-aged man with a square jaw was the Mr. Cole who the person was referring to, Mitch Cole. He turned around, stood with his hands behind his back, and solemnly commanded, “Monitor closely. No emergencies can occur! Also, those forces that snuck in under disguise must be monitored one-on-one. If they do anything that crosses the line in any way, take them down directly!” “Yes, sir!” the man in the combat uniform replied respectfully, turned around, and went out. Inside the tent, Mitch looked at the 3D electronic map and said to his men next to him, “Contact Crawford Jensen and find out how long it’ll take for them to arrive. Also, report our deployment to Supreme Williams.” “Yes, sir,” another man answered. There was another middle-aged man with a round face and wearing glasses. He always had a smile on his face. Looking at

Roxy came back to her senses and turned around to follow Mobius into the hospital. Soon, they came to the ward that Philip had mentioned but only saw the nurse making the bed. “Nurse, where’s the patient here?” Roxy frowned and panicked. The nurse said, “She’s been discharged.” “Discharged?” Mobius anxiously asked, “Do you know where she went?” The nurse shook her head and left the ward. Inside the ward, Mobius and Roxy looked at each other in surprise. Instantly, Roxy thought of something and said, “Quick, that white Bentley!” After saying that, she and Mobius rushed out of the hospital and looked around. The white Bentley was gone. Mobius’ face darkened as he said, “We must tell Young Master Clarke quickly.” Thereafter, he dialed Philip's phone number. Philip's voice came from the other end of the line and he asked, “Senior Pine, have you arrived in Uppercreek? How’s my sister now?” Mobius was silent for a moment before saying with a small hint of self-blame

What kind of existence could it be? A mysterious hell? A mysterious organization? Or, a civilization? “Hey, what are you thinking?” Fennel asked. Philip’s eyes darkened as he said, “The door, what kind of existence is it?” “You can think of it as a special organization full of lunatics, and these lunatics don’t usually come out. Those who have come out from there have achieved success or became giants. Take, for example, Supreme Reed Williams. He’s a disciple. Moreover, the lords of the 12 Sacred Halls of the West are also disciples,” Fennel explained briefly. Speaking of the 12 Sacred Halls of the West, Philip suddenly thought of something and said, “By the way, do you know Lord Hades?” On the other end of the phone, there was a sudden silence. With a hint of chill, Fennel asked, “Does Hades, that son of a b*tch, have friction with you?” Son of a b*tch? Philip was dumbfounded. He did not know much about Fennel’s past and had only talked with him through the phone.