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The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 708
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Chapter 708

However, the only response she got was a kick! Philip kicked Martha cruelly until she stumbled. Then, he shouted grimly, “Martha

Yates, don’t think too highly of yourself! You’re not worth anything in my eyes!” Martha got a fright. She did not expect Philip to

make a move. She was both frightened and resentful as she cursed, “You dare to hit me? I’ll report you!” Smack!

Her response was another slap, and another seven or eight slaps in a row!

Philip went straight up to her, pulled Martha’s hair, and dragged her outside the villa as if he was dragging a dead dog, saying,

“You still have 50

minutes. I hope you know what to do. If I don’t see Anne Foster back by then, we’ll settle all your past

mistakes in one go!” Frost! Wrath! Martha truly felt the changes in Philip at this moment. She was

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scared and felt guilty, so she begged for mercy, “Don’t hit me anymore. I’ll go. I’ll go now.” After Martha

exclaimed miserably, she tidied herself up with her face flushed. She stood up shakily and ran out

hurriedly. About half an hour later, Martha, with her face full of bruises, got Anne to return with her. “Mr.

Philip.” Anne’s face was obviously injured and she dared not look directly at Philip. Philip glanced at her

and immediately understood what happened.

He glared at Martha and shouted, “You did this?” Martha was like a quail right now. She cowered away

and glanced furtively around before explaining, “I… I accidentally hit her…” “Apologize,” Philip said

stoically.

“You want me to apologize to her?” When Martha heard this, she sprang up like a hissy cat. However,

as soon as she saw Philip’s cold gaze, she relented and quickly bowed to apologize to Anne, “I… I’m

sorry.” To be honest, Martha was still unwilling to concede. She was such a person—

Competitive, reluctant to admit defeat, and petty. She was a villain through and through. Damn Anne

Foster and Philip Clarke! They should just wait!

She would make them pay for it! After apologizing, Martha turned around and left. Philip ignored her,

turned to Anne, and said while smiling, “It’s okay. I’m here.” Anne sobbed. She was beaten and scolded

by Martha yesterday. She even had to listen to Martha’s words that were full of insults.

As a result, she lost her temper and left. Martha went out and found her old friends to complain about what happened. It was also

at this time that Philip’s phone rang. It was a text message from Cynthia asking him out for a drink at Icy Bar. After thinking about

it, he spoke a few words to Anne before he hailed a cab and headed toward Icy Bar. The bar was a good place.

Every sleepless night, countless young men and women came here to vent their unhappiness and inexhaustible energy.

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Moreover, men and women would often act out of character under the strong influence of alcohol, but no one would pay any

heed as they faced their true selves. As soon as Philip appeared at the entrance, he saw half-naked men and women on the

dance floor shaking around as if venting their frustrations. Their bodies were stained with sweat and alcohol. Philip casually

found a seat and ordered a special cocktail. After taking a sip, he realized that this concoction was very different from other

drinks. It was bitter with a tinge of sweet aftertaste, stimulating the throat. It was spicy and cold! Sitting here and drinking, Philip's

handsome appearance naturally attracted the attention of many women. A woman who just came back from the dance floor and

was sweating profusely walked up to him. She was wearing a black strapped top and ultrashort hot pants. She sat on his lap

directly and said coyly, “Pretty boy, want a date? Just for tonight.” “Haha, I’m sorry. Are you joking?”

Philip was still a relatively self-disciplined person as he said with a sly smile. The woman stared at Philip. After making sure he

was serious, she stood up angrily and shoved him contemptuously, saying, “What do you mean? A joke? Why don’t you go and

die!” After that, she stomped on her high heels and left. Philip was helpless too. Was this the normal behavior of all women

nowadays? At this time, a charming voice sounded next to Philip,

“Why didn’t you agree to it? It was a rare opportunity.”