Invincible Heir

Chapter 91 A Small Coffin

“Boom!”

As the boom ended, the whole house was shaking, and a corner of it was bitten off.

Seeing this, Sherry was terrified, roaring, and rushing towards the man wearing a helmet.

“You bustard, how dare you ruined my house, I am going to kill you all!”

The house where she had been living for years was destroying now, she was so sad and grumpy, and

she had to stop it. She pounced on the contractor as if she was protecting her children.

However, she was too weak to fight against a group of strong men, who was holding tools.

Before she got close to the contractor, two men holding hammers blocked her, goggling at her.

“Bitch, you wanna kill us? Come on, show me what you got! I will ruin you as well,” said the contractor,

laughing grimly, as he saw Sherry stepping back.

Seeing the house was collapsing, the Owens, who was eating breakfast in their house, also dashed

out.

Tracy and Yuri were startled when they saw a dozen of equipped demolition workers in the yard.

Baron looked around sharply, holding Lara in his arm.

“What the hell are you doing?” yelled Tracy angrily.

The contractor had never moved his eyes away from Tracy and Yuri.

He looked lustfully at Tracy, gesturing to the excavator, and said smilingly, “Lady, of course I come here

for demolition, can’t you see my excavator?”

“This is my home, who the hell are you? You have no rights to demolish it,” growled Tracy indignantly.

“Lady, we are a legal demolishing company, and it was the owner of the house who paid us to demolish

it. We checked, of course, his identity, before we came here. So, we are just doing what we get paid to.

Please get away,” said the contractor, and he didn’t lie about why they were here.

They did have a demolition warrant on hand, but no one knew if they were a legal demolishing

company or not.

All of a sudden, a swooshing sounded, and a truck popped in and pulled over before the excavator.

The yard was small. An excavator and a truck almost occupied all the space of it.

“Who is Baron?” said a young man, who just got out of the truck.

Baron stepped forward, “I am Baron!”

“We are paid by Mr. Perry to deliver you a gift, please sign and receive it.”

The young man looked weird. He walked to Baron while he was talking, with a receipt in his hand.

Baron looked sharply around. He saw what was in the truck.

It was coffin. There were five coffins for the Tracy’s family.

Obviously, it was a curse.

Tracy also saw the coffins and was bewildered as she knew they were sent by a Mr. Perry.

The owner of the house was Mr. Perry. Apparently, they were the same person.

All of these were done by the Perry family, for they owned the house.

At this moment, an Audi pulled over outside of the yard, and a familiar person strode out.

And a big man followed behind.

“Phillip Perry!”

Tracy yelled immediately as she saw him, with teeth gritting.

Phillip’s wrist was in plaster, and his eyeballs were filled with blood for he could not sleep last night.

“Phillip, what the hell are you doing?” said Tracy, goggling at him.

“Don’t you know what stupid things your husband has done last night, do you?”

“But I should be thankful for what he did last, otherwise Grandpa would have made such a decision to

kick you guys out of this house,” said Phillip in distain, darting a glance at Baron. Phillip had no fears,

for he was with a bodyguard.

“You are saying, it is all because of grandpa?” said Tracy in rage, clenching her fist.

“Yeah, or why do you think the demolishing company come and ruin the house?”

“Grandpa said that you are not allowed to live in the house anymore,” said Phillip, sneering.

“And coffins? Also sent by Grandpa?” choke Tracy, whose eyes brimming with tears.

“Yeah!”

“One more coffin is needed for this little bustard,” said Phillip virulently, and smirked when he saw Lara

held by Baron.

“Send one small size coffin here,” said Phillip to the young man who delivered the coffins.

“Asshole, how could you be so malicious? Lara is just a kid, how could you do this to her? Don’t you be

afraid of punishment?” said Tracy madly, and Baron looked angry and Yuri looked shocked.

“Malicious?”

“Your husband broke my wrist last night, what do you think of it? And the doctor told me that it can’t be

cured. Your husband is the one who is malicious,” said Phillip in a vehement tone, as he recalled his

broken arm.

“You deserve it!” growled Tracy. She didn’t know what exactly happened last night, but she trust Baron.

“If you say so, and I think you all deserve a coffin.”

“Send here a small coffin, right now!” yelled Phillip testily at the young man, with his face looking

hideous.

The young man did not know what those coffins were for, but he understood after listening their

conversations.

“You are taking it too far. The coffin we make is for the dead, not for the alive, and I think we shall not Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

sell them to you,” said the young man unhappily, frowning.

“Well, you can just leave with you coffins, but you may not continue your business anymore,” said

Phillip, with his eyebrow up, looking sharply at the young man, who could not stand it.

“You, how can you threaten me?” shrieked the young man indignantly.

“Yeah, I am threatening you. If you can’t deliver a small coffin here within twenty minutes, you little

coffin shop will be destroyed,” Phillip put it straight.

“Babe, you send Lara to the kindergarten first, don’t worry, I can handle it,” said Baron in a low voice

towards Tracy, passing Lara to her.