Chapter 1036
The First Heir
Branson raised his eyebrows as he looked at Philip in confusion, his eyes filled with surprise.
Philip slowly took out his phone, then clicked on a photo before tossing it to Branson.
Branson grabbed the phone and took a look!
Boom!
Branson staggered and slumped weakly into his chair!
The thing in the photo was his ledger!
Moreover, every single transaction was recorded in his handwriting!
How could this be?
Why had it fallen into this manâs hands?
Branson raised his eyebrows, frowned, and looked at Philip. He then asked with a cold voice, âItâs
you?!â
Philip shrugged, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and said lightly, âDo you still remember what I just
said? Ten minutes and Iâll bring you down. Do you believe it now?â
As soon as this sentence was uttered, like a lightning strike, it hit Bransonâs heart!
Pfft!
He spat out a mouthful of blood!
Branson was furious and completely broke down!
Why?!
His factories were seized!
His mansion was sealed!
His patron was overthrown!
Yes!
There was one left!
Branson hurriedly took out his phone, dialed a number, and shouted, âCome in! Bring me away!â
He would live and fight another day!
Branson would go on the run!
However, in the next secondâ¦
A man covered in blood was dragged in by two of Theoâs men before being thrown in front of Bransonâs
feet.
Looking at this scene, Branson was ready to die!
Now, even his escape route was gone!
At this moment, Bransonâs eyes were sunken and red. He stared at Philip angrily and roared. âWho the
hell are you?!â
The opponent was too strong!
Ten minutes, it really only took ten minutes!
He, the big boss of Sunnyglen, was taken down!
Click!
Philip looked at Branson indifferently, his eyes showing coldness. He reached out his hand and
snapped his fingers while saying, âShow Mr. Wood out and take good care of him.â
In an instant, two bodyguards in black suits walked over and supported a limp Branson, dragging him
out of the ancient theater building.
âClarke, youâll die a horrible death!
âIâll never let you go even if I become a ghost!â
The shouts outside the door rang incessantly.
All the people in the ancient theater were silent at this moment.
They had witnessed everything just now.
They were shocked!
Chilled to the bones!
It was horrifying!
Who was this Mr. Clarke?
In ten minutes, Branson Wood of Sunnyglen was completely destroyed!
Was this done by a human?
At this moment, they realized what kind of monster they had encountered!
With this kind of means and strength, for all those present, who would dare to compete with him?!
Wallace sat in the corner in a cold sweat, his fingers tightly pinching the armrest of the chair!
Now, he could be sure that Lame Fred had screwed up!
He had been tricked!
At this moment, Philip stood on the stage and glanced at everyone indifferently. He said solemnly,
âEach of you will get your turn, but before that, I have to deal with one person first.â
After that, Philip turned around and looked at Wallace who was sitting at the end of the left side.
âBoss Phoenix, itâs your turn,â Philip said with a faint innocent smile on the corner of his mouth.