All Chapters of The First Heir: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Philip was taken aback and did not know how to respond. He said, “Wynnie, please believe me. I’ll tell you someday but not now. I have my own problems.” Philip really wanted to tell Wynn, but reality did not allow him to do so. Giada was still in Riverdale, and Philip had not figured out what she had planned yet. That woman would not let Philip off easily, and the people Philip treasured the most were Wynn and Mila. Therefore, he did not have a choice. Wynn scoffed at his words. “Fine, keep your secret then. Mila will be having her surgery tomorrow, so I won’t argue with you today.” With that said, Wynn turned around with tears in her eyes and left with Mila in her arms. Philip’s lonely silhouette stayed as he watched Wynn’s back disappear into the distance. Additionally, he saw Mila who was perched on Wynn’s shoulders trying to reach out her arms to him. ‘Wynn, I’ll tell you someday. ‘That day will arrive very soon. ‘When everything has been resolved, I’ll bring

The house was filled with a murderous aura. No one spoke. Martha, who had always been unreasonably noisy, was now quietly standing at one corner like an obedient baby. She was looking with lowered eyelids at the kneeling Wynn, afraid to make one sound. Wynn knelt with poise and said stubbornly, “Grandpa, can you at least tell me what’s going on? Did Philip do something wrong?” “Tell Philip to get back here at once!” Bob bellowed angrily. His face had a stony expression, and a biting chill could be seen in his eyes. Martha dared not say anything and merely stood there as she looked at Wynn. She winked at Wynn as a signal for her to call Philip. That wastrel must have caused trouble, otherwise, the old man would not have rushed to their house in the middle of the night. He had also brought many men with him, all of whom were lined up outside. There were also four more men inside the house with them. Scary! Martha’s hatred toward Philip increased just like that. Wynn had

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

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,

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