The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes) novel Chapter 918

At the door, Miguel got into the red Aston Martin sports car, beckoned to the man standing by the door, and said, “Go, get some people and make trouble for Beacon.”

The subordinate bent down respectfully and said, “Yes, Young Master.”

Miguel glanced at the hospital entrance and sneered conspiratorially.

Philip Clarke… He had failed to beat this man in the past. Now that Philip had left the Clarke family, would he still lose out?

What was so great about the Clarke family on Arcadia Island?

Here, in the ward, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Wynn sat on the hospital bed, looking at Philip who was across from her. She asked after a long while, “What did he mean just now? Philip, are you hiding something from me?”

Wynn frowned.

She was not stupid. She had gone through many things recently and everything seemed to be related to Philip’s identity.

From the good-for-nothing son-in-law of the Johnston family, Philip gradually became different. He was richer and more powerful now.

Wynn accepted the changes slowly.

However, looking back at it now, there seemed to be a big secret hidden within.

This secret was exactly what Philip had been keeping from her.

Philip’s face was a little gloomy. He glanced at Wynn, brought a chair, and sat down

After thinking for a while, Philip said, “Do you really want to know?”

Wynn nodded.

Philip said, “If telling you and having more people find out will cause endless trouble, would you still like to know?”

Philip also wanted to tell Wynn about his true identity, but he dared not take it lightly.

This was because there were still many things that he had not arranged for yet and many things he had not found out.

To be precise, it was an elderly man sitting in a wheelchair. He was pushed by a personal guard.

He exuded a feeling of being very old and almost at the end of his life.

However, he also gave people a feeling of an extremely powerful, dormant aura of majesty.

This intensity was incomparable.

His legs were covered with a thin blanket. Standing behind him were eight bodyguards wearing black suits and holding black folding umbrellas. None of them were ordinary people because the look in their eyes was different.

It was full of indifference and contempt!

Also, an arrogance that could not be violated!

Compared to the bodyguards around Miguel before, they were kings who could withstand an army of a thousand!

Moreover, every single one of them had a golden crest on their collar-a short dagger!