Nadia hurriedly motioned to a maid in the front hall and whispered in her ear, “Quickly inform the nearby guards to hurry to Fourth Madam’s residence!”
The maid nodded and found an opportunity to run out of the place.
On this side, Wilfred’s painful right cheek was bright red with a palm print. He was furious and shook with anger.
“Bold and presumptuous! How dare you do this to me?! You simply have no regard for the Clarke family rules at all!”
Wilfred was livid. He was already in his 60s and was now slapped by a junior in public. If word of this got out, how could he still exert his influence in the Clarke family?
“Men, take him down! Slap him a hundred times!” Wilfred almost roared, his usually stoic face now distorted with a myriad of expressions.
Swoosh!
Several of Wilfred’s personal guards took a step forward and were about to execute the order.
However, Philip’s expression changed and he said coldly, “Whoever dares to make a move today and crosses the line by even half a step shouldn’t even think of walking out alive.”
After saying that, Philip saw the opportunity and kicked at the chest of the guard nearest to him.
Although the guard was wearing a heavy black combat uniform, he was sent flying by Philip’s kick and suffered a few broken ribs. He crashed on the dining table heavily before falling to the floor and passing out.
When Wilfred saw this scene, his body trembled and his face froze. He roared, “Why are you still standing around? Charge!”
In a flash, more than a dozen special guards brought by Wilfred pulled out the anti-riot batons around their waists and rushed toward Philip.
“Philip!” Wynn yelled in fright.
She did not expect the situation to be this serious. There were a dozen guards in black combat uniforms on the other side. How could he be a match against these combatants all alone? It was too dangerous!
Hazel and Nadia were also anxious and wanted to stop them.
However, the next moment, a loud noise caught their attention. Philip punched out with the force of a tyrannosaurus!
“Go on, take him down!”
“He’s all alone! All of you are my handpicked elites!”
“Don’t worry about the consequences. Just take him down. Even if you break his arms and legs, it’ll be fine!”
Wilfred was scared, and his voice was shaking. He shouted desperately but the guards in front of him became fewer and fewer.
Bang!
With one hand around a guard’s neck, Philip looked like a battle god as he stepped out from the front hall and threw the guard who had passed out to the ground.
“Wilfred Clarke, this is your last chance. Knee! and apologize to save your life!” Philip said coldly, his eyes stern and murderous!
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