Chapter 2078

“M-Mrs. Clarke, please spare my life!” the manager shouted hysterically.

Philip glanced at him and yelled, “Shut the hell up!”

“Yes!”

At Philip’s shout, the manager immediately kept quiet. Philip said to Wynn, “Wynnie, if you don‘t want to

stay here, go outside. Old George will be at the door soon. His bodyguards are there, so don’t worry.

No one will dare to bully you anymore.”

“Okay.”

Wynn nodded pitifully and said, “Aren’t you coming out? I want you with me.”

Philip stroked Wynn’s head and said, “I still have to get back at them for you. Go to the door and watch

with Old George and the others.”

“Okay.” Wynn agreed and left.

At this time, no one dared to stop her anymore. The arrogant and domineering security personnel and

tellers just now were huddled at one side in fear, respectfully giving way to Wynn.

At the entrance of the international bank, George and his bodyguards had arrived.

When George saw Wynn, he disregarded his fatigue from walking and hurriedly bowed while saying,

“I’m sorry that I’m late. Please forgive me, Young Madam!”

Six or seven people in the bank passed out in fright upon hearing this!

Holy sh*t!

Mr. George, who was in charge of this area, actually called her ‘Young Madam’. Without a doubt, she

must be a member of the Clarke family!

Moreover, Mr. George was the butler of the main Clarke family. This woman was actually the young

madam of the main Clarke family.

In the room, the manager knelt on the floor without moving a muscle.

Philip sat on the sofa behind the desk and asked coldly, “Who hit my wife just now? Tell me truthfully.”

“Hit her? Young Master Clarke, I didn’t hit her. Please check again!” the manager said anxiously, almost

crying.

“Bah!”

Philip suddenly burst into rage.

He lifted his leg and kicked the manager’s desk in front of him until it overturned.

“Do you think I’m blind? Do you think I didn’t see the five finger marks on my wife’s face?” Philip roared.

The manager was taken aback and suddenly remembered that a security guard seemed to have hit

Mrs. Clarke just now. He quickly raised his head.

“Oh, Young Master Clarke, it’s him! He was the one who slapped the young madam. It has nothing to

do with us.”

While saying that, the manager pointed at the security guard next to him. When that security guard

heard this, his face went white and his heart pounded in fear.

Philip huffed, looked at him sideways, and said, “Which hand did you use? Break it! Are you doing it

yourself or do you want me to do it for you?”

The security guard’s heart thumped and he fell to his knees.

“M-Mr. Clarke, please spare me!”

Before he finished speaking, Philip’s gray shadow flashed from the sofa and got close to him in an

instant.

Spare him?

There would be no such thing.

Philip swiftly grabbed the security guard’s hands and pulled them in opposite directions.

Crack!

The clear sound of cracking bones rang out in the office, followed by the heart-wrenching screams of

the security officer. The man rolled on the floor back and forth, kicking his legs in pain.

Everyone in the room was terrified. They stood in place, not daring to move at all.

At this time, Philip clapped his hands and said with a murderous look on his face, “Since you refuse to

say which hand it is, let’s break both of them. Who’s next? Is it you, Manager?”