The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes) novel Chapter 598

Yale said a lot of tempting conditions in one single breath. Everything he said was extremely tempting, but Philip was not swayed at all.

Philip grabbed his chin and shook his head. With a playful smile on his face, he pointed at Yale and said, “You, slap him. Don’t stop unless I say so!”

Boom!

Blake was completely stunned!

Philip’s request was beyond weird. He wanted Yale to slap Blake!

Yale furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Blake who was kneeling beside him. He saw fear in his eyes.

“Philip, I’ll strangle you to death!”

Blake quickly got up from the floor and rushed over to strangle Philip!

As a result, Philip raised his hand and slapped Blake loudly. Blake was distracted after being slapped like that.

“Are you slapping him or not?”

Philip stared at Yale coldly and said, “If you don’t slap him, I’ll slap you!”

When Yale heard these words, he decided to forgo his relationship with Blake. He got up and slapped Blake’s aged face with a loud slap.

The sound of his slap was so loud. He was slapping Blake even harder than Philip had!

Blake was instantly agitated. He clutched his cheek that was now freshly decorated with a handprint. His eyes widened as he roared, “Yale, how dare you hit me!”

Slap!

Yale responded to Blake with another slap in the face!

“You!”

Blake was blinded with rage. He pounced on Yale and started fighting him regardless of the other party’s identity.

However, Yale was trained in combat, so Blake was not his opponent at all. Yale was pressed onto the sofa as he received continuous slaps to his face.

Philip shrugged. He turned to look at Wynn with a mischievous smile. “Neither one of the dogs are winning.”

Wynn rolled her eyes at him and dragged him out of the room.

Philip looked at the two of them who were entangled in a fight. Then, he left the room while shaking his head helplessly.

“How was the negotiation?” Cynthia walked over and asked.

“What negotiation?”

Cynthia snorted coldly. “Pretending to be stupid now, are we? The man Blake brought, Yale Caruso, is the emperor of Golden City! You can’t afford to look down on his power!”

Philip said indifferently, “You know so much. It’s just little old Yale Caruso. If they knew my identity, they would kneel and beg me.”

“Wow, big talk. I really want to know how you’re so confident. I heard that you’re just the Johnstons’ useless live-in son-in-law. You don’t have much ability nor power.”

A tentative smile appeared on Cynthia’s face. It was giving out an intuition that those were all she wanted to inquire.

Philip was silent for a while as he scanned Cynthia from head to toe. Suddenly, he asked, “Are you interested in the cancer medication as well, Cynthia?”

Cynthia was still smiling. She said fearlessly, “I’m not the one interested. The Larsons are the ones who are interested.”

“The Larsons from Fernvale?” Philip was taken aback.

Did the Larsons from Fernvale decide to venture back into the mainland again?