The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 598

Chapter 598

Yale said a lot of tempting conditions in one single breath. Everything he said was extremely tempting, but Philip was not swayed

at all. Philip grabbed his chin and shook his head. With a playful smile on his face, he pointed at Yale and said, “You, slap him.

Don't stop unless I say so!” Boom!

Blake was completely stunned! Philip’s request was beyond weird. He wanted Yale to slap Blake! Yale furrowed his eyebrows

and looked at Blake who was kneeling beside him. He saw fear in his eyes. “Philip, I’ll strangle you to death!” Blake quickly got

up from the floor and rushed over to strangle Philip! As a result, Philip raised his hand and slapped Blake loudly.

Blake was distracted after being slapped like that. “Are you slapping him or not?” Philip stared at Yale

coldly and said, “If you don’t slap him, I’ll slap you!” When Yale heard these words, he decided to forgo

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his relationship with Blake. He got up and slapped Blake's aged face with a loud slap. The sound of his

slap was so loud. He was slapping Blake even harder than Philip had! Blake was instantly agitated. He

clutched his cheek that was now freshly decorated with a handprint. His eyes widened as he roared,

“Yale, how dare you hit me!” Slap! Yale responded to Blake with another slap in the face! “You!” Blake

was blinded with rage. He pounced on Yale and started fighting him regardless of the other party’s

identity. However, Yale was trained in combat, so Blake was not his opponent at all. Yale was pressed

onto the sofa as he received continuous slaps to his face. Philip shrugged. He turned to look at Wynn

with a mischievous smile. "Neither one of the dogs are winning.” Wynn rolled her eyes at him and

dragged him out of the room. Philip looked at the two of them who were entangled in a fight. Then, he

left the room while shaking his head helplessly. He knew what Wynn was worried about, so he did not

go overboard. At the end of the day, he still had the restraining order, so he could not be too

ostentatious.

After a short while, Yale and Blake were the only ones left in the room.

They were panting heavily and looked disheveled. Their faces were bruised and swollen. Yale stepped

away from Blake who was bleeding from his nose and mouth. He said coldly, “Stop pretending, they’re

gone.” Blake took a deep breath and glanced at the door. His eyes were malicious as he asked,

“What are you going to do?” Yale glanced at the bodyguards on the ground.

Then, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and said in a commanding tone, “Inform all of the clans to surround the

Shangri-La now!” Slam! After that, Yale threw the phone to the ground. His face was sullen and his eyes were filled with the aura

of death. He said, "I’ve never been so humiliated before! Philip, I’ll crush you to pieces! I’ll let you know the wrath of Yale

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Caruso!" … Philip walked out and ran into Cynthia. He told Wynn to wait in the car first. “Come back quickly. I’m worried that

Blake and his men might not give up so easily,” Wynn said worriedly. Then, she smiled at Cynthia. This woman was such a

natural beauty. She even had the charm of a mature woman. “How was the negotiation?” Cynthia walked over and asked. “What

negotiation?” Cynthia snorted coldly. “Pretending to be stupid now, are we? The man Blake brought, Yale Caruso, is the emperor

of Golden City! You can’t afford to look down on his power!” Philip said indifferently, “You know so much. It’s just little old Yale

Caruso. If they knew my identity, they would kneel and beg me.” “Wow, big talk. I really want to know how you’re so confident. I

heard that you’re just the Johnstons’ useless live-in son-in-law. You don’t have much ability nor power.” A tentative smile

appeared on Cynthia's face. It was giving out an intuition that those were all she wanted to inquire. Philip was silent for a while as

he scanned Cynthia from head to toe. Suddenly, he asked, “Are you interested in the cancer medication as well, Cynthia?”

Cynthia was still smiling. She said fearlessly, “I’m not the one interested. The Larsons are the ones who are interested.” “The

Larsons from Fernvale?” Philip was taken aback. Did the Larsons from Fernvale decide to venture back into the mainland again?