Chapter 537
The First Heir
Smack!
The moment Shirley spoke, Philip instantly slapped her across the face.
Without an ounce of hesitation!
Right in front of Houston, without a hint of fear!
Shirley was stunned. She held her cheek, which had a scarlet handprint on it, and she looked at Philip
with widened eyes for a long time before screaming hysterically, âHow dare you hit me! Mr. Michaels,
he hit me!â
Houston was taken aback by Philipâs ferociousness too. The next second, he erupted in rage!
Philip had smacked his woman before his very eyes!
Houston pointed at Philip and howled, âThe sheer nerve! How dare you! Donât you know who she is?!â
âI know. Sheâs your little honey baby,â Philip said off-handedly.
âYou!â
Houston was so furious that his face was crimson, and he raised his hand, swinging it at Philip.
Of course, he was no match for Philip. They had barely crossed swords when Philip twisted his arm
and pressed him against the wall!
âLet go! Iâm the vice-chairman here! Lay a hand on me and Iâll fire you right now! Iâll tell my dad to pull
out of the deal, then both you and your wife will go to prison!â
Houston put up a struggle.
Philip said into his ear coolly, âHouston, donât keep threatening me with your position as vice-chairman,
and definitely stop talking about firing me. Iâve heard you say those things countless times now, but Iâm
still here.â
Houstonâs face contorted, and he roared, âYou think youâre all that, donât you?! Well, I want to see how
you explain what youâre doing to me to Wynn later!â
Philip could not stand being threatened, so he pressed down with a bit more force and left Houston
wailing. Shirley and the other two subordinates were so scared they backed away.
âAssault, assault! Security! Guards!â
Shirley screamed at the top of her voice, and the entire company hall erupted into chaos.
A few security guards hustled toward them, led by the earlier shift leader, Fabio Lorne. As soon as he
arrived, he saw what looked like Tom beating on Jerry.
No, wait, it was Madam Johnstonâs useless husband beating up Mr. Michaels!
Fabio was torn. This was exactly a repeat of what happened last time, and he was stuck in the middle.
âWhy are you just standing there? Apprehend him!â
Houston yelled at Fabio.
Fabio winced and called up two of the guards, smiling sheepishly at Philip. âBrother Clarke, could you
just let go for now? We can talk things over. If we canât, I can call Madam Johnston.â
He had no choice. Even if Philip was a useless layabout, he was still the chairwomanâs husband, so
Fabio could not afford to offend him.
Houston roared in rage. âWhat the hell are you here for? Brother Clarke, my *ss! Capture him! Or Iâll fire
all of you!â
âGah, youâre so annoying!â
Philip frowned and used a bit more force, dislocating Houstonâs arm.
âArgh!â
The next second, Houston screamed in pain, holding his dislocated arm as he ranted, âCatch him, or
youâre all fired!â
Fabio was shocked too. He did not expect Philip to be quite so violent.
âSorry, Brother Clarke.â
Fabio knew where things stood now, so he went forth and subdued Philip, calling him two subordinates
to take him to the security office.
âMr. Michaels, should you perhaps go to the hospital?â
Fabio asked with a nod and a bow.
Houston kicked him in the chest, swearing as he led Shirley away. The woman was looking deathly
pale, and before they left, Houston even shouted, âKeep an eye on him! If I donât see him when I come
back later, youâll be the ones to pay!â
Fabio crawled up from the ground and adjusted his cap. With a sigh, he made his way to the security
office.
Inside the office, Philip was sitting like a lord, with fruits and cigarettes offered before him.
The security guards were treating him like a god.
What else could they do? Mr. Lorne had warned them to give Philip the best treatment they could
manage. After all, that was their chairwomanâs husband!
Philip did not expect such special treatment either, casually eating a banana in the office.
Just then, someone kicked open the security office door, and three men rushed into the room. All of
them wore security guard uniforms.
âM-Mr. OâDonnell, why are you here?â
One of the young security guards who had led Philip here immediately greeted the newcomers with
smiles.
âScrew off!â
The strongman called OâDonnell was almost 180cm tall and very well-built. His body alone filled the
entire door frame.
He stomped toward Philip, holding an electric baton and glaring at Philip. âAre you Philip Clarke? Were
you the one who beat up Mr. Michaels just now?â
Philip continued eating his banana, crossing his legs nonchalantly.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the two guards OâDonnell had brought in shove the young guard
from earlier, locking the door behind him.
Hah, they were clearly here looking for a fight!
âYou sure have a temper. Letâs see how bold you are now!â
OâDonnell chuckled coldly. His gaze hardened, and he stabbed his baton at Philipâs waist!
Crackle crackle!
Almost instantly, a large body crashed onto the floor!
The other two guards who stood at the door did not realize what was happening when they saw their
leader hitting the ground!
As for the man called Philip Clarke, he was holding a baton emanating blue electric sparks, his foot
stepping on OâDonnellâs face. Philip tsk-tsked. âSuch low tolerance to electrocution.â
The guards at the door were stunned by what they saw!
That was their leader, OâDonnell! He could take three men on by himself, but here he was, electrocuted
and collapsed onto the floor.