The First Heir
Chapter 2077

Chapter 2077

The security officer was stunned by this sudden slap. His ears buzzed and he saw stars. He looked at the manager incredulously and asked cautiously, “Manager, what’s wrong with you? Why did you hit me?”

He was aggrieved to be slapped by the manager in front of so many people.

“Why, you ask? Get the hell out of my way!”

With that said, the manager kicked the security guard away, ran to Philip, and knelt in front of him with a thud. “I’m sorry for not recognizing you. Please forgive me, Young Master Clarke! I deserve to die!”

As he said that, the manager bowed his head to the ground, not daring to move.

Everyone in the room was dumbfounded!

Young Master Clarke?

This kid who was dressed like a beggar was really a young master of the Clarke family.

Philip did not speak. At this time, his face was frosty, and his eyes flickered like snow on the glacier. It was so cold it froze people’s hearts.

The manager knelt on the ground, trembling all over. Hearing no response from Philip, he continued to bow.

The president said that he must win Young Master Clarke’s forgiveness. Otherwise, his life would be at stake. Moreover, even if the president did not specify the details, after offending the Clarke family, how could a manager like him still survive?

“Young Master Clarke, don’t be angry! It’ s all my fault and I’m in the wrong! Please be merciful and forgive me! ”

The manager said while pounding his chest and slamming his head on the floor.

“Forgive you? Why should I forgive you? Who are you to bully my wife?”

Philip said, his voice thunderous.

Young Master Clarke’s wife… Was that not the young madam?

Oh no!

He was dead for sure!

The manager looked up, his head covered in blood. He saw Philip’s angry expression and got a fright. He raised his arm and slapped himself fiercely on the face.

“I was wrong! Young Master Clarke, I was blind and ignorant. I’m a piece of useless trash! Please forgive me!”

Smack, smack!

The manager slapped his face more than a dozen times until it was all swollen, but Philip just stood there coldly holding Wynn’s hand. There was no sign of forgiveness on his face.

At this point, he understood. Mr. Clarke cared about his wife!

If he wanted Mr. Clarke to forgive him, he must first get Mrs. Clarke’s forgiveness. If Mrs. Clarke did not relent, he would die for sure!

Yes!

After figuring this out, the manager turned his head, scrambled on his knees in front of Wynn, and bowed respectfuly to her.

“Mrs. Clarke, please get Mr. Clarke to spare me! This is all a misunderstanding. I really didn’t know that you’re Mrs. Clarke. If I knew, I wouldn’t have dared to disregard you! If you don‘t forgive me, Mr. Clarke will definitely kill me today! Mrs. Clarke, please be kind and persuade Mr. Clarke! I have an 80 year old mother and a newborn baby to take care of. I can’t die!”

Wynn glanced at the manager angrily. He was now kneeling on the ground so respectfully, completely devoid of his arrogance from just now. He was as humble as a begging dog with a wagging tail.

Wynn did not say anything. For the first time today, she put away her compassion. It was because what the manager said just now was too much. It was simply an insult to her character.

Wynn found it really difficult to forgive such a person. “Phil.”

Wynn said, “I don’t want to stay here anymore. I hate seeing them.”

When the manager heard that, he almost fainted in fright. If she did not want to see them, was she asking Mr. Clarke to kill them?