Chapter 1673
The First Heir
âWhere did the dirt on your hands come from? Manager Cullen, donât tell me you fell into the mud?â
Philip asked coldly.
Jacky was instantly flustered and quickly defended himself, saying, âChairman Clarke, I tripped and fell
down just now.â
âIf you fell, why isnât your body dirty?â Philip said.
âThisâ¦â Jacky stuttered and could not complete a full sentence.
âLet me tell you What happened, Manager Cullen. This is the dirt from the vase which you threw from
the window, wanting to smash it over my head, right?â
When Philip said this, his voice sounded like muffled thunder and the cold light in his eyes kept
flickering. Jacky fell on his knees with a loud thud!
âChairman Clarke, I was wrong! Please have mercy on me. Joey, help me plead with him!â Jacky said
to Joey.
His cousin was his last ray of hope.
Joey frowned, took a deep breath, and looked at Victor, saying, âVictor, weâve never crossed paths
before today. Youâve now captured my cousin and brought so many people to cause trouble on my turf.
Are you not taking me seriously?â
Although he was beaten up by Philip just now, Joey was still an overlord in the Uppercreek brewery
industry. His identity and strength were not to be taken lightly! Even though he was outnumbered and
outmatched right now, he could not just give in!
This was exactly like the growling and intimidation between beasts before they made a move. If he
faltered at this time, he would lose for sure.
Victor smiled slightly and said, âMr. Cullen, I donât want to cause you trouble either, but your underlings
seem a little ignorant and messed with the wrong person. Even if I donât make a move today, youâll not
survive. This is all your own doing.â
Joey was stunned and asked, âThe wrong person? Who are you talking about? Philip Clarke?â
Joey looked back and found Philip smiling at him, but that smile carried a hint of killing intent.
âJoey, Iâll be taking Jacky away and youâd better not stop me. Otherwise, donât blame me for being
ruthless. Also, Iâll be taking this bodyguard of yours along as well,â Philip said coldly, âWe have no
grudges but you came after my life just because of a word from your cousin. I think there should be
someone else involved here. Let me guess, is it Bernard Johnston or Liam Johnston?â
âHmph!â
Joey snorted coldly. As he looked at the crowd surrounding him, he grew angrier the more he thought
about it!
This was a mutiny!
Everyone had turned against him!
âWhoâs the person I shouldnât have messed with? Who does he think he is? Heâs nothing but a useless
son-in-law! Am I someone you can bully at will? Let me tell you, in Uppercreek, all the wineries have to
listen to me! Victor Bell, if you touch me today, arenât you afraid that youâll offend all the wineries and
eateries around?â Joey roared like a raging beast!
A wastrel colluded with an underground figure and dared to threaten him, Joey Cullen?
Dream on!
At this time, Philip smiled slightly and asked, âOh? Do you think Uppercreek wonât survive without the
liquor produced by Joey Brewery?â
âBut of course!â Joey roared. âDo you know how much more revenue the restaurants in Uppercreek can
earn just by using the products from my brewery? Do you know how much money the hotels, karaokes,
and nightclubs will lose if they donât have the wine produced by my distillery? Even the dozens of
venues belonging to Victor make hundreds of millions each year from my liquor! Philip, if you dare to
harm me today, half of Uppercreek wonât let you off!â
Philipâs expression was very bland. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, âSince youâre so
confident, Iâll make a bet with you.â
âWhat are we betting on?â Joey asked.
Philip sneered and said, âOne word from me and thereâll not be any restaurants, bars, karaokes, and
any other businesses that sell alcohol in Uppercreek that will cooperate with you again. Do you believe
it?â