“M-Mrs. Clarke, please spare my life!” the manager shouted hysterically.
Philip glanced at him and yelled, “Shut the hell up!”
“Yes!”
At Philip’s shout, the manager immediately kept quiet. Philip said to Wynn, “Wynnie, if you don‘t want to stay here, go outside. Old George will be at the door soon. His bodyguards are there, so don’t worry. No one will dare to bully you anymore.”
“Okay.”
Wynn nodded pitifully and said, “Aren’t you coming out? I want you with me.”
Philip stroked Wynn’s head and said, “I still have to get back at them for you. Go to the door and watch with Old George and the others.”
“Okay.” Wynn agreed and left.
At this time, no one dared to stop her anymore. The arrogant and domineering security personnel and tellers just now were huddled at one side in fear, respectfully giving way to Wynn.
At the entrance of the international bank, George and his bodyguards had arrived.
When George saw Wynn, he disregarded his fatigue from walking and hurriedly bowed while saying, “I’m sorry that I’m late. Please forgive me, Young Madam!”
Six or seven people in the bank passed out in fright upon hearing this!
Holy sh*t!
Mr. George, who was in charge of this area, actually called her ‘Young Madam’. Without a doubt, she must be a member of the Clarke family!
Moreover, Mr. George was the butler of the main Clarke family. This woman was actually the young madam of the main Clarke family.
In the room, the manager knelt on the floor without moving a muscle.
Philip sat on the sofa behind the desk and asked coldly, “Who hit my wife just now? Tell me truthfully.”
“Hit her? Young Master Clarke, I didn’t hit her. Please check again!” the manager said anxiously, almost crying.
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