Chapter 821


    After Philip left the mansion, he returned to the vi. He looked after M for a while before calling


    Wynn.


    “Wynnie, how are things? Is there a turnaround?” Philip asked in concern.


    Wynn tiredly said, “No, we’re still dealing with it. Is M asleep?”


    “She just went to bed. Should I pick you up?” Philip continued asking.


    “No, I’m afraid I have to work overtime tonight. You should go to bed too.”


    Wynn smiled. She deliberately took the time to answer this call.


    Philip frowned when he heard this and said worriedly, “You’re still pregnant. You shouldn’t be working


    so hard. Listen to me. I’ll pick you up. Just leave thepany’s affairs to your staff. If they really can’t


    handle it, I’ll take care of it,” Philip said as he got up and put on his coat, ready to leave the vi.


    “No, I can still manage it. If I don’t handle this matter in person, the new board members willin


    about it.”


    Wynn was also in a dilemma. After all, in this position, she would not be able to win people’s hearts if


    she did not do anything.


    “No, I won’t allow it. You must get more rest. I’ll go to your office immediately!” Philip said forcefully,


    acting exactly like a domineering president.


    This sentence made Wynn’s heart tremble as a warm current quickly flowed through her body.


    He was too manly!


    Her husband really loved her.


    She was very blissful.


    He was her anchor.


    “Okay, I’ll wait for you.” Wynn agreed docilely before hanging up the phone.


    Back to Robbie James.


    After Philip left, Robbie immediately ran out of the mansion and drove personally to a vi in the


    suburbs!


    This was a famous wealthy district in Riverdale.


    Although the cost of the vis here was notparable to Longford Park, it was not too far off either.


    In the lobby of a brightly lit and splendid vi.


    This ce had very high-end decor and the furniture in the entire vi was fully-customized!


    Even the sofa was made with goose down imported from Italy with the entire set costing hundreds of


    thousands of dors!


    Not to mention that the floor tiles were oveid with self-supporting volcanic cobblestone.


    At this moment, Robbie was on his knees kneeling in front of the sofa with his head lowered, simr to


    a yakuza-style greeting.


    On the sofa in front of him, a barefooted man in his 50s who was wearing white loose pajamas was


    tasting the superior goose meat that the maid had just served.


    Just like this, Robbie knelt for more than ten minutes. During this period, he did not dare to say a word


    nor did he dare to lift his head!


    Not until the man finished the te of goose meat.


    “I already know about that matter.”


    The man wiped his oily mouth with a white cloth. He wore jade rings on his fingers, exuding a stern and


    distinguished manner.


    As his words fell, the ck-suited butler next to him handed a ck walking stick to the man.


    Smack!


    The man took the stick and mmed it into Robbie’s shoulder!


    With just one strike…


    Crack!


    The sound of bones breaking could be heard clearly.


    Argh!


    Robbie fell directly to the ground, groaning miserably. Then, he got up after painful difficulty and knelt


    properly again!


    His entire right arm hung limply as if broken!


    “Trash! I’ve raised you for so many years but someone has destroyed you with petty means!”


    The man stood up at this moment, his leg seemingly giving him some problems. He shouted angrily,


    “Boasting all day long about being one of the 12 Emperors of Entertainment, but you can’t even handle


    some tricks from a young man! You good-for-nothing!”


    Robbie dared not refute. He lowered his head with his face flushed. There were beads of cold sweat on


    his forehead and his veins were popping as well!


    It was too painful!


    The pain in his right arm made him unable to kneel straight!


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    “God… Godfather is right! It’s my negligence! I was wrong! I hope you can seek justice for me. I can’t


    take this lying down!”


    Robbie bowed his head, his expression full of anger and unwillingness.


    The man in his 50s banged his walking stick heavily on the floor tiles, startling Robbie in fright.


    “Look at what you did! How could a little thing be messed up like that?!” the man cursed, and after a


    while, he asked coldly, “What’s the background of the other party? Have you found out?”


    Robbie adjusted his position while still kneeling, facing the direction of the man who had his back


    toward him now. He said, “Yes… His name is Philip rke, husband to Wynn Johnston, the chairman


    of Beacon Group. Outsiders say he’s just a good-for-nothing son-inw who married into the family, so


    this time, it must be nned by Beacon. There must be an expert behind them. Philip is just a pawn.”


    Robbie had analyzed the situation to be this way.


    He could hardly be med.


    The information he received was precisely this—Philip rke was a wastrel.


    How could a person like this employ such methods?


    Therefore, Robbie concluded that there was someone else behind Beacon!


    “Philip rke?”


    The man frowned and mumbled under his breath, his eyes getting colder. “A trash son-inw?


    Interesting.”