The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 352

Slap! Slap! Slap! The sound of slapping filled the room. Martha’s face had been smacked swollen with patches of her skin

blooming in shades of black and blue while blood trickled down the corner of her mouth. All Charles could do was watch from the

sidelines. He could scream his lungs out, but there was nothing he could do to stop them. In the end, Tiger came forth with a

bottle of medication at the snap of Theo’s fingers. He walked menacingly toward Martha who had long lost her bearings from the

slaps.

Setting her eyes on the concoction, Martha felt fear creep up within her.

Tears streamed down her face while she shook her head as if her life depended on it. “I’m sorry, I’m

sorry! Please don’t, Theo. Please don’t make me drink the poison, no, please…” Her begging fell on

deaf ears. After clamping a hand over Martha’s throat while others forced her mouth open, Tiger then

poured the concoction into her throat. Karma was a b*tch! With her head tilted up as she was force-fed

the concoction, Matha gargled at the intrusive liquid before she finally swallowed half of it. Only after

that did Tiger let go of her, causing Martha to flop lifelessly onto the floor. “Listen up! If I’m you, I’ll be

more careful with the things I do and say from now on. It’ll do you good to be a nice person!” Theo

warned coldly before he led his gang out the doors. Scared soulless, Martha dashed to the bathroom

and forced a finger down her throat to puke. However, her efforts were to no avail. Lying on the floor,

she began to whine and cry, “I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die. This is murder! Oh, Charlie, send me to the

hospital!” After leaving the Old Johnston Manor, Theo and his gang met up with Philip.

They then got into their cars. Fetching another bottle of the concoction from his pockets, Tiger began to

chug it. “This actually tastes pretty good for a medicinal concoction. Sigh, you’re too kind, Mr. Clarke.”

The cars drove away from the Old Johnston Manor. The crowd around immediately began to speculate

and comment. “Holy sh*t! Isn’t that the Johnston’s good-for-nothing son-in-law?” “Good lord! I must be

going blind, he’s acquainted with people like Theo Zander?” Everyone was confused. The Johnstons

had found a big benefactor this time. Around ten minutes later, both Charles and Martha quickly left the

manor. Martha had a scarf over her face and sunglasses on. Back to Philip. He had found himself in a

small alleyway.

There was a Chinese medicinal pharmacy there. Entering the doors, a small gang of seven to eight

people rushed in behind him and began to smash things! Bang! Bang! Clatter! Smash! Stunned, the

middle-aged chubby shopkeeper began to shout, “Hey! Hey! What are you doing? Who are you?

I’m going to call the cops!” All he got in return was a kick from Philip! A kick that sent him falling to the floor. Afraid, the middle-

aged chubby man could tell that this man had hostile intentions. He stayed on the ground as he asked, petrified, “Who… Who

are you?” Staring unfeelingly at the middle-aged chubby man, Philip asked, “Two days ago, did you sell anything for abortions?”

The middle-aged chubby man could connect the dots after hearing the question. He was screwed! “N-No! What are you talking

about? This is a lawful Chinese medicinal pharmacy, we don’t do that illegal business here.” The chubby shopkeeper explained

though it was evident that he had something to hide. “I’ve found it, Mr. Clarke!” Right then, Tiger appeared from the back of the

shop with a large case of medicinal herbs. Then, behind Philip walked out an old man with a headful of white hair. Glancing at the

case, he confirmed, “Indeed, Young Master. Strychnine tree, Jack-in-the-pulpit Tuber, Aconite root…” The middle-aged chubby

shopkeeper could not defend himself. Immediately on his knees, he crawled toward Philip’s legs as he begged for mercy, “I’m

sorry, Sir! I’m sorry! A woman came to buy it from me last time. She didn’t say anything, so I didn’t know it was for your wife! I’m

sorry, please don’t kill me!” It was evident that this man standing before him was no ordinary young man. This was a man who

brought a gang over to crash his shop and an old Chinese doctor too. He was screwed! In the end, all Philip did was kick him

away before he instructed Tiger, “Break his limbs and throw him out. I don’t want him opening any sort of Chinese medicinal

pharmacy from now on. Crash every new one he opens.” “Understood, Mr. Clarke,” Tiger replied courteously.

Then, Philip turned to leave. At that moment, the gravity of what he had done finally crashed onto the middle-aged chubby

shopkeeper. Seeing Tiger walking toward him, the shopkeeper screamed for his life before he was finally thrown limply at the

doors of his pharmacy and left there to fend for himself. After Philip left, someone emerged from the alley to call for paramedics.

When he returned to the hospital, Philip recollected his emotions and entered the hospital room. Right as he entered, he was met

with the sight of a woman who had no business there. Giada Wallis! Sitting by the hospital bed, she was chatting with Wynn. The

moment Wynn fixed her eyes on Philip, she asked calmly, “How long more were you planning to hide it from me, Philip? Aunt

Giada has already told me everything.”