Chapter 82

Crazy! Philip must have gone mad! Was he allowed to enter that place? Did he not see the parking lot filled with BMW motorcycles? What was he planning to do? Wynn quickly hurried behind Philip, worried that he would do something stupid. Philip, on the other hand, was filled with annoyance. He strode toward the parking lot and pushed away one of the motorcyclists standing beside his bike. Then, he snatched the helmet away from his hands. Everyone naturally turned their gazes toward him. With a helmet in one hand, Philip stretched out both arms as a conceited sneer spread across his face. He gestured to the parking lot full of BMW motorcycles and roared at Wynn who was running toward him and Juan who was standing in the corner, “Wynn, let me tell you this. All the BMW motorcycles in this very parking lot belong to me, Philip Clarke! I bought them all!” His voice was as loud as rolling thunder as it echoed in the parking lot. “And this, the Arc de Triumph Hotel, is mine! I