Chapter 24
The First Heir
Philip lifted his leg and kicked hard at the door!
Bam! The door was burst open.
Jade was stunned. She never expected the boy toy to be this barbaric and immoral. She would
definitely get Brother Drogo to take care of him later!
The loud music inside the room muted the sound of the door being kicked open. The colorful shining
lights made it hard to see what was going on inside. There was a crowd of men and women, naked as
they drank, played games, and fooled around.
Tap! Philip pushed the switch on the wall, and all of a sudden, the whole room was brightly lit, exposing
various hideous activities. The occupants of the room shrieked as they picked up their clothes from the
floor in a flurry.
Philip was dumbstruck by this scene. He quickly swept a glance around the room in search of Wynnâs
presence. Where is Wynn? Where is she?!
Just then, a hostile voice rang from within the room. âAnna Carter, this isnât Theo Zanderâs turf. A b*tch
like you causing a ruckus here with your boy toy means youâre blatantly disrespecting me, Drogo
Hanks!â
Somewhere below the stairs, sitting on a sofa was a man with a square face, triangular eyebrows, and
a beard. His expression was dark.
This man was Drogo Hanks, the owner of Celestial Club! He was also one of the five most powerful
men in the underground world.
He stared darkly at Anna, completely ignoring Philipâs existence. Anna Carter was indeed a woman
worthy of becoming Theo Zanderâs confidant. Drogo had long wanted a taste of Anna. Men like him
were fond of conquering strong women like her. It gave them a sense of thrill.
The whole room was divided into two areas. Up the stairs was another area blocked by bead curtains,
and through those curtains was the silhouette of a few people.
This was not the room Wynn had initially been in. Drogo knew that he had a valuable guest today, so
he came over personally to offer them the presidential suite.
Annaâs voice sounded cold as she said, âBrother Drogo, weâre here for someone. We hope you can
take the initiative to hand her over.â
Just then, all of a sudden, a desolated shrill rang from behind the bead curtains. The voice sounded
distinctly helpless. âAh! No! Go awayâ¦â
Wynn! Philip flared up in an instant, looking in the direction of the voice. Behind the swaying bead
curtains, two men were roughly dragging a woman as they tore the garments from her body.
âF*ck! Get your filthy hands off!â
Whoever touched the dragonâs nerve had to die!
In an instant, Philipâs eyes turned red. He roared out loud, grabbed two glass bottles, and rushed up
the stairs!
Drogo barely had time to react when he saw a silhouette fly past him. How dare he make a move! I am
Drogo Hanks! The man everyone has to greet whenever they see me, but this boy toy just went ahead
and took action?
Before he could react, two smashing sounds resonated from behind him! Simple and rough!
Philip smashed the two bottles of wine in his hands onto the balding menâs head! The moment the
bottles were smashed open, red wine mixed with blood flowed to the floor.
âAhh!â Two shrieking voices rang throughout the whole room. Gavin and Jeffrey both instantly fell to the
ground, holding their heads. Blood flowed through from in between their fingers. It was terrifying.
Philip went over to snatch the coat from the sofa and wrapped it around Wynn, whose shirt was torn to
pieces. He hugged her tight in his arms and comforted her. âItâs okay, sweetheart, Iâm here.â
Wynn was in a state of panic and confusion. She continued to struggle in Philipâs arms, screaming as
tears poured out. Then, she bit Philip viciously on his arm.
It hurts! Philip endured the pain, hugging Wynn tightly as the fury within him threatened to burn a hole
in the sky!
âAhh! Wuuuâ¦..â Wynn sobbed, eventually regaining her senses. She tilted her head up to look at Philip
through tear-filled eyes, mumbling, âPhilipâ¦â Just after calling his name, Wynn passed out.
Anna had run over. After a look, she anxiously said, âMr. Clarke, letâs go outside first and send Miss
Johnston to the hospital.â
Philip nodded. He picked Wynn up in a bridal carry and turned, ready to leave.
Just then, Drogo came over to block their way. He growled in a low voice, âLeave? Anna Carter, what
place do you think this is? You beat up my valuable guest and now you want to leave?â
Philipâs pupils contracted as his gaze turned cold.
Without waiting for him to speak up, Anna replied sternly, âDrogo Hanks, donât think that Iâm afraid of
you. Would you even dare to lay a hand on me? Arenât you afraid that Brother Theo would come for
you?â
Drogoâs expression stiffened. Sure enough, he did not dare lay a hand on Anna because she was
Theoâs follower. Laying a hand on her meant smacking Theo in the face. The consequences would be
severe.
However, his valuable guests had been attacked right in front of his eyes. If this matter got out, Drogo
would lose his standing within the city.
âF*ck! No oneâs leaving today!â Jeffrey, whose head had been cracked open earlier, was now getting up
shakily. His face was covered in blood and his expression was frightening as he roared, âDrogo, seize
that man! I want him dead!â
Drogo hurried over and urged, âMr. Scott, they are Theo Zanderâs people.â
Jeffrey raged and bellowed, âTheo Zander? Who the hell does he think he is?â
Soon after he spoke, suddenly! Bam! The door of the room was kicked open again. A group of hitmen
in black suits rushed in! In an instant, the room was filled with people.
Drogoâs expression stiffened as cold sweat rolled down from his forehead. He stared fixedly at the door
of the room.
A striking silhouette, dressed in a full white suit and white shoes, wearing a white gentlemanâs man and
a cigar in his mouth, strode into the room before everyoneâs eyes.
âWhoever lays a hand on Mr. Clarke is offending me, Theo Zander!â