The First Heir

Philip glanced over calmly and expressionlessly.

Kyle was looking at Philip, clearly displeased. This guy seemed so normal, how could he be so calm? Interesting!

“Bro, can you pay the three hundred thousand?” Kyle was not a gangster who would just start getting physical for no apparent reason. Three hundred thousand was a humongous sum for a normal person. Kyle felt that a man like Philip could never afford this amount, but he still had to ask. Diplomacy before violence.

“I’m sorry, but he ran a red light and should take full responsibility. What’s more, we didn’t really hit each other,” said Philip calmly.

Jacob pointed at Philip and roared furiously, “Does that mean you won’t pay up?”

Philip stared quietly at him, not answering.

Kyle frowned slightly, shifting his gaze to the wrecked Harley on the ground and said, “Bro, three thousand won’t cost much. Just a leg.”

This was a threat. Philip’s gaze went cold as a glint appeared in his eyes.

As the heir to an elite family, did that three hundred thousand matter to him? It did not. But, he could not let himself be taken advantage of.

“What if I told you I don’t have any money?” Philip replied.

The group of bikers was snickering as they stared at Philip like he was an idiot.

Kyle rubbed his nose before draping an arm over Philip’s shoulder, flashing him an insolent smile. “Uncle, do you know who I am? I’m Kyle Lyon of Lord North Street. Everyone shows me respect by calling me ‘Brother Kyle’. It would be unreasonable if you didn’t compensate for a single thing today.”

Kyle was amused. It was his first time meeting such a foolish guy. Was his head made of iron? Or did he think he was a honey badger? Hilarious!

“Brother Kyle, just one look at his outfit, and you can tell that he’s broke.”

“This idiot might not even know what a Harley is, hahaha!”

“Uncle, quickly call someone to bring you some money. Our Brother Kyle doesn’t hold back in a beating.” The group of bikers jeered continuously. The girls crossed their arms with an indignant expression while the guys leaned against their bikes, smoking.

Lynn was among the group, watching coldly. She leaned against one of the girls who was wearing tight leather pants and a cropped camisole.

“He’s my cousin brother-in-law, a wretched piece of trash living under my cousin sister’s expenses.” Lynn suddenly interrupted, saying this like it made her seem more superior.

the skills. Why don’t you teach us?” A few of the bikers started

his head. He scorned men who relied on women the most. “So, what is your decision, Uncle?” asked Kyle. He smirked and

a word. A mental

a sudden, Philip’s pupils contracted as he saw a

are there so many delivery men?” Without knowing who shouted,

whole crossroad was filled

He then turned

Philip nodded. “Yeah.”

was a burst

men over would be useful?”

really an idiot? To actually have the guts to do such an embarrassing thing. Was this a popular method nowadays? To call for delivery services

not resist laughing out loud. This cousin brother-in-law of hers was

from among the delivery fleet, Agnes came out in a black skirt suit. Under the headlights of the scooters, she

his eyes and Agnes understood. Philip had explicitly told her before that his identity was not to be revealed. This

saying leisurely, “I am Philip’s manager.

down. This woman was exquisite. She was better

then,” Kyle answered happily. “Three hundred thousand. Once we get the money, he can

on the ground and said coldly, “Sure. But, we choose to settle it with a

report? Kyle

tonight was mostly Jacob’s fault. If they made a police report,

too insincere.” Kyle’s expression darkened. The people behind him started

dole out a beating. How could they still negotiate? It was ten people versus over forty greasy grown men. There was nothing left

his teeth and said, “Fine. You win in numbers. Let’s go.” He then led his group onto their modified bikes

cold glare, despising him even more. What was he arrogant about? A shitty delivery man like him actually needed a woman to fight for his honor. Serves him right to be a kept

let out a sigh of relief. She

in to ask about his well

fine, you guys can head back

Philip was alright, Agnes led

and went back to the hospital. Wynn had come to the hospital later that night and got into bed with Mila after freshening up. Philip, instead,

***

brought along the Chinese painting, that Russell had gifted to him. Russell was a famous collector within the country, so the paintings from him were definitely genuine and

Philip knew that whatever gift he brought, it would still be scorned upon.