The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 117
A slender figure immediately walked up to them. Slap! There was the crisp sound of an unhesitating slap, hitting Philip right across the face. The pain was instant
and unbearable. Wynn's face was flushed red with fury. She glared at Philip, yelling, "What on earth were you trying to do, Philip Clarke?!" The first thing she saw
as soon as she walked through the door was Philip about to punch Aiden. Of course Wynn was furious! She had invited Aiden out here today so she could
borrow one million from him for Mila's surgery fee. If they made an enemy out of Aiden now, where else was she going to find the money? Her parents had left
them completely out to dry. They told her in no uncertain terms that they would not give her a single cent unless she divorced Philip. That was why Wynn had no
other choice.
The only people she could think of were Juan and Aiden. She glared at Philip and then turned around. When she saw that Aiden's nose was bleeding, her anger
only intensified. She hastened to apologize to Aiden.
"A... Aiden, are you okay? I'm so, so sorry. I apologize on Philip's behalf, alright? Come on, let me take you to the hospital to get that checked out. If there's
anything, I'll take full responsibility." Looking at how bad Aiden's injury was, Wynn practically hated Philip's guts now. Aiden was not going to hold it against
Wynn, of course, but he could hold Philip accountable, right? So he immediately hardened his expression and pointed a finger at Philip. "It doesn't matter how
you apologize to me, Wynn. I have to hear his apology! If he doesn't say sorry for what he did, I won't stop until he does!"
When Wynn heard that, she instantly panicked. She hurriedly berated Philip, saying, "Go on, Philip! Hurry up and apologize to
Aiden!" Philip's expression was dark, his eyes cold as he stared at Aiden. He saw how cocky and taunting Aiden's gaze was right
now. No, Philip could not bring himself to apologize to this despicable man. After all, Aiden had crossed his bottom line. That was
why Philip kept his face cold as he said, "I won't apologize to him." That was enough to send Wynn into a tizzy. Behind her,
Aiden immediately chuckled icily. "Hmph-hmph... Very well! Just you wait, Philip! If you have the balls, just you stay right there!"
So Philip was putting on a brave face, huh? Sure! Aiden wanted to see how long he could keep that up! The atmosphere was
ice-cold. Wynn kept apologizing to Aiden, but the latter only had one request. He wanted an apology from Philip. Wynn even got
into a huge argument with Philip over it. She wanted him to apologize, but he simply refused. Usually, Philip would do whatever
Wynn asked, but today was different. He had made up his mind. Aiden Grant and his family were done for! Wynn was on the
verge of tears by now. Just then, a few beefy gangsters barged through the doors of Virtuous Court. All of them had tattoos, and
their hairstyles varied from skinhead, flattop, crew cut, to something multi-colored. They were really f*cking fashionable. The
skinhead in charge was a thug who was well-known in these parts, Big Dan.
Everyone down there knew about Dan’s temper and tendency for violence.
He was the type of character who regularly had supper in detention centers.

As soon as he walked in, he brought his men to Aiden, roaring at the top of his lungs, “Yo, what’s the rush, Mr. Grant? Me and
the boys were bathing our feet.” Aiden cut the chase too. He immediately sneered coldly and pointed at Philip, “Why are you
even asking? Can’t you see I’ve been assaulted? That’s the guy, get him!” Dan flew off the handle the moment he saw how
Aiden looked. Jabbing a finger at Philip, he bellowed, “Are you the one behind that, punk?” With an angry roar, the thugs Dan
had brought with him instantly surrounded Philip. All of them looked out to kill. Wynn was terrified. She tugged at Aiden’s hand
and pleaded with him. “Come on, Aiden, let’s not do that. I apologize to you on Philip’s behalf, alright?”
Aiden shook his head. “I don’t want to put you in a rough spot, Wynn, but I can’t just let this slide today.” Wynn was losing her
mind now. Finally, she clenched her teeth and said, “Aiden, if you just let Philip go, I’ll do anything you ask me to. Just once.”
Anything he asked her to? Aiden’s face immediately broke into a grin. Philip frowned deeply when he heard that.
“There’s no need for that, Wynn. Aiden Grant can’t touch me.” Philip was telling the truth. However, there was no way Wynn would believe him. She turned
around, her eyes red, and she shrieked at Philip, “Shut the hell up!”
Aiden instantly laughed coldly. “Sure! Just have this meal with me and follow me back to a hotel. If you do that, I’ll let him go and lend you a million bucks.” His
true intentions were now clear for all to see. Wynn’s gaze hardened. She did not expect him to ask for something so unreasonable! “Do it!” When Aiden saw her
hesitate, he simply gave the order, trying to force her to agree. Wynn panicked and was about to say yes, when... Suddenly, there was a furious yell from the
other end! “All of you, stop this at once!” Javier Morris ran up to them with a team of a dozen security guards behind him. Earlier, he heard the receptionist say
that there was a fight breaking out in the lobby, and blood had even been shed. That was why he came running. From the distance, though, he then saw that it
was Mr. Clarke being surrounded by thugs! How could he not panic? He hastily jogged over and bent his waist into a respectful bow. “Sorry for the scare, Mr.
Clarke. Please leave the rest to me.” Just the way he said Mr.
Clarke was enough to leave most people at the scene stunned! Wynn’s heart skipped a beat at the sudden turn of events. Mr. Clarke?