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.

man! Uncle, you have quite the skills. Why don’t you teach us?” A few of

relied on women the most. “So, what is your decision,

silent without saying a word. A mental calculation told him that it was about

saw a great number of red-colored scooters speeding over from

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

their eyes. It was not just ten units. The whole crossroad was filled with the

cheap scooters!” yelled Jacob. He then

Philip nodded. “Yeah.”

a

of delivery men over would be useful?” Jacob laughed out loud as he

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

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

Agnes came out in a black skirt suit. Under the headlights

understood. Philip had explicitly told

to face Kyle and his group, saying leisurely, “I am Philip’s manager. If you have a problem with him, you

woman was exquisite. She was better than the young girls around

talk to you then,” Kyle answered happily. “Three hundred thousand. Once we get the money,

She looked at the Harley on the ground and said coldly, “Sure. But, we choose to settle it with a police

Kyle frowned

made a police report, he would not have it well. The most important thing

don’t work this way. It’s too insincere.” Kyle’s expression darkened. The people

sleeves furiously, ready to dole out a beating.

You win in

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 man for the rest of his

distance, Agnes finally let out a sigh of relief. She turned to ask respectfully, “Boss, are

in to

fine, I’m fine, you guys

making sure that Philip was alright, Agnes

his bicycle 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, sat on the long bench outside the ward to

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trip over. As for his birthday present, Philip had brought along the Chinese painting, that Russell had gifted to him. Russell was a famous

brought, it would still be scorned upon. But he did not mind it. It