The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes) novel 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.